Then and Now

AIMEE LUNDGREN

Memory no more need linger
In the wretched bygones, when
Treacherous hope's seductive finger
Pointed to a distant "then."

Now was ever dark and dreary,
Then was radiant, whispered hope;
Now, all uphill, bleak and weary,
Then, a verdant, easy slope.

Lo, at midnight's darkest hour
Stood a form with shining brow,
Spoke in accents fraught with power:
Wake, for then is one with now.

Hope, redeemed, deceiveth never,
Joy is ours in present might,
Filling now with glad endeavor,
Finding then a now more bright.

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