David Park Barnitz

As shadows pass, in the misty night,
     Over the wan and moonlit grass,
So passeth our glory out of sight,
     As shadows pass.

A little darkness, a little light,
     Sorrow and gladness, a weary mass,
Glimmer and falter and pass in blight.

So all our life, in waning flight,
     Fadeth and faltereth, alas;
Passeth our sorrow and our delight,
     As shadows pass.

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