Term End

 

LO, we are now to see the welcome end
Of yet another lengthy road of toil
That seemed to curl and warp in many a coil
Far, far away. We could not comprehend
In what ways we that darkened time would spend,
So far a place from Mona’s native soil,
So long a time our precious youth to spoil,
With new acquaintance for old trusted friend.
But months go by, the ever-changing now
Drags us with it, we cannot lag behind.
Work is the healer; if its time-worn brow
Is stern with discipline its voice is kind.
Minds that are no permitted long to dwell
On what is missed in life will serve us well.

21. 3. 1928

Fifty-seventh sonnet