Life
by Henry Ignatius Dudley RyderWhat is life? A silent river,
On whose glassy side
Swarms of changeful shadows quiver,
None may long abide.Light and shade are blending ever
'Neath our vessel's prow,
Life is one, nor can we sever
What is past from now.Every soul is onward gliding
On its own swift stream,
Of the fate our friends betiding
We can only dream.In the dark and silent mountain
Every stream had birth,
And the secret of its fountain
Is not known on earth,But the stream that sad and single
Weaves its mystery,
With its kindred streams shall mingle
In the pathless sea.There its brother's secret wandering
Through this earthly vale,
Each will hear with wonder, pondering
On the gracious tale.