We Fade

As the trials of life thicken, and the dreams of other days fade one by one into the deep vista of disappointed hope, the heart grows weary of the struggle, and we begin to realize our insignificance. Those who have climbed to the pinnacle of fame, or revel in luxury and wealth, go to the grave at last with the poor mendicant who begs by the wayside, and, like him, are soon forgotten. Generation after generation have felt as we feel, and their companions were as active in life as ours are now. They passed away as a vapor, while nature wore the same aspect of beauty as when our Creator commanded her to be. And so it shall be when we are gone. The heavens will be as bright over our graves as they are now around our path. The world will have the same attraction for posterity that it once had for ourselves, and that it has now for our children.--Anon