Charles L. O’Donnell

NOW God be thanked that roads are long and wide,

And four far havens in the scattered sky.

It would be hard to meet and pass you by.

And God be praised there is an end of pride,

And pity only has a word to say,

While memory grows dim as time grows gray.

For, God His word, I gave my best to you,

All that I had, the finer and the sweet,

To make—a path for your unquiet feet.

Their track is on the life you trampled through—

Such evil steps to leave such hallowing.

Now God be with you in your wandering!