A Poem : One circle more the spiral path of life ascends,
And Time's restless shuttle--running back and fro
Through maze of warp and woof-- Spins out a stronger piece.
Hand in hand they stand--and try
To fathom depths whence springs eternal love,
Each in other's eyes,
And find no power holds over that age
But brings the youth anew to them,
And time--the good, the pure, the true.