The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back to rain
To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if life's deep mystery
Isn't much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.
For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream,
To the river below
Whose onward flow
End in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It goes back
O'er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was it's source.
So Why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran
Its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back
To the mountian-top
To begin its course once more.
So we shall run
The course begun
Till we reach the silent shore.
Then revisit earth
In a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don't ask why
We live or die,
Or whither, or when we go
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.
-------- William Randolph HearstHis son prints this poem on each death anniversery of his fathers death. This poem when read out aloud has a profound effect ....it does leave a lump in ones throat and tells us that we never really end its a continous circle the never ending knot......
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