Who’ll carest in a century hence
Of our enjoyments, prayers or tears?
“Tis meet fulfillment we secure
And gracious be within our years.
About our graves the snow will twirl
And crystal blankets bring,
Still we’ll not heed, nor yet
Respond to whisperings of spring.
Where will be those we left behind – –
Those who will for us grieve?
For stones above our heads may read,
“To live in hearts we leave.”
They will have gone the way of all,
So it occurs to me
That every one of us while here,
Should always Gracious Be.
a pioneer woman