Solace

• If this should be the last time
  
  I could pick an Easter bloom,
  
  Or walk in mossy wayside lanes,
  
  At least I shall enjoy this day,
  
  And when light and sunshine wanes,
  
  I'll place the Easter lily
  
  In a Window of my room.
  
  
  There's always a last time, my dear,
  
  When one can pick an Easter bloom,
  
  A last time to walk in fields and lane;
  
  But if one can see the beauty
  
  In a walk through moss-grown bowers,
  
  There'd be peace and sweet contentment
  
  In the last day in one's room.
  
  By; MEV