Every once in a while I come across a little tid bit that I can’t resist passing along.\u00a0 Please bear with me.\u00a0 Albert Pike was one of America’s great philosophical thinkers of the nineteenth century.\u00a0 He was a general in the civil war and is a much venerated leader of the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry.\u00a0 He was as you can see below, a pretty darned good poet, too.\u00a0 Enjoy!!!!<\/p>\n
EVERY YEAR <\/strong><\/p>\n By Albert Pike<\/strong><\/p>\n The days have less of gladness,<\/strong> There come new care and sorrows,<\/strong> To the past go more dead faces,<\/strong> “You are growing old,” they tell us,<\/strong> The shores of life are shifting,<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Every once in a while I come across a little tid bit that I can’t resist passing along.\u00a0 Please bear with me.\u00a0 Albert Pike was one of America’s great philosophical thinkers of the nineteenth century.\u00a0 He was a general in … Continue reading
\nLife is a count of losses,<\/strong>
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nLost springs with sobs replying,<\/strong>
\nUnto weary autumn’s sighing,<\/strong>
\nWhile those we love are dying,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nThe nights more weight of sadness<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong>
\nFair springs no longer charm us,<\/strong>
\nThe winds and weather harm us,<\/strong>
\nThe threats of death alarm us,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nDark days and darker morrows,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong>
\nThe ghosts of dead hopes haunt us,<\/strong>
\nThe ghosts of changed friends taunt us,<\/strong>
\nAnd disappointments daunt us,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nAs the loved leave vacant places,<\/strong>
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nEverywhere the sad eyes meet us,<\/strong>
\nIn the evening’s dusk they greet us,<\/strong>
\nAnd to come to them entreat us,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\n“You are more alone,” they tell us,<\/strong>
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\n“You can win no more affection;<\/strong>
\n“You have only recollection,<\/strong>
\n“Deeper sorrow and dejection,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.”<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nAnd we are seaward drifting,<\/strong>
\nEvery year;<\/strong>
\nOld places, changing, fret us,<\/strong>
\nThe living more forget us,<\/strong>
\nThere are fewer to regret us,<\/strong>
\nEvery year.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n