We Must Press On

Winter is gone; the green moves as a tide

Racing towards the altar of the Spring

The budding year approaches as a bride

And choirs in their feathered brilliance sing.

If in my soul a sorrow still resides

For one who was all seasons to my heart

The knowledge of a greater Spring abides

And I am left to seek that higher part,

Fulfil the destiny that is my call

Nor linger long with memories of grief.

We must press on, the spirit cannot fall,

To own the light is our sole relief.

This day with God's own fire animate

This breathing life with heavenly nectar sate.