Poem June 8, 1907 Issue

AFTER ALL

HON. CLARENCE A. BUSKIRK

Our sobs and our laughter may follow each other
As swift as our heart-throbs, many's the time;
Our smiles and our tears may neighbor each other
Behind our quick eyelids, many's the time;
Hide-and-seek may be played by the clouds and the sunlight
Across the blue spaces forever above us;
Yet we know, after all, there is always the sunlight,
And we know God is Love and is ever above us.