| Wasted Hours by Edgar Daniel Kramer Folks say that I have wasted many hours In loitering along a lilac lane, In sprawling on a hilltop sweet with flowers, In wandering through mists of summer rain. Long since they sighed and left me to my dreaming; He will not plow who walks to meet the moon, Who whispers to the wan stars softly gleaming And hearkens to the songs the fairies croon. Folks shake their heads but, oh, they are not knowing, As in the beaten paths they trudge and plod, That in these wasted hours I am going With beauty in the ways that lead to God. |
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