_Our hearts forget,
Amid the daily round of toil and fret.
They are so weak, so prone to lose their hold
On dreams of yesterday, and treasures old.
The thoughts that thrilled them in a vanished day,
Forgotten now, are cold in ashes gray.
Life brings us wondrous days and hours, but yet
Our hearts forget
The times of joy and vision we have met,
The binding vows we once so bravely made,
The fond petitions that we trembling laid
Before the Great, White, Shining Throne above,
The tender, wistful, clinging bonds of love,
Contrition’s anguished and tear-washed regret
Our hearts forget_.