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Before, Behind, And Beyond poem – Alfred Austin

O the sunny days before us, before us, before us,

When all was bright

From holt to height,

And the heavens were shining o’er us;

When sound and scent, with vision blent,

Wingèd Hope, and perched Content,

Joys that came, and ills that went,

Seemed singing all in chorus.

O the dreary days behind us, behind us, behind us,

When all is dark,

And care, and cark,

Or transient gleams remind us

Of fruitless sighs, averted eyes,

Baffled hopes and loosened ties,

Pain that lingers, time that flies,

And the hot tears come and blind us.

Oh! is there nought beyond us, beyond us, beyond us,

When all the dead,

The changed, the fled,

Will rise, and look as fond as

Ere Faith put out, and Love in rout,

Foes with vigour, friends without,

Pique and rancour, make us doubt

Hoc tolerare pondus?

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