When time has come to take from us the thing we would not give,
When years have brought contentment where once passion lay,
And warmth of love comes seldom, from embers turning gray;
Remember then how large a thing it is just to live,
And find a peace in fading things that ever slip away.
When shadows fall on hardened leaves, scratching as they rove;
When eve has worn us weathered, against the falling skies,
And sunsets call us inward, and down a road of sighs;
Remember then how grand a thing for which we lived and strove,
And find a peace in setting things that never will reprise.