Sunday's Poem - "Beyond the Years," by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Beyond the Years  Beyond the years the answer lies, Beyond where brood the grieving skies    And Night drops tears. Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise    And doff its fears, And carping Sorrow pines and dies—    Beyond the years.   Beyond the years the prayer for rest Shall beat no more within the breast;    The darkness clears, And Morn perched on the mountain's crest    Her form uprears— The day that is to come is best,    Beyond the years.  Beyond the years the soul shall find That endless peace for which it pined,    For light appears, And to the eyes that still were blind    With blood and tears, Their sight shall come all unconfined    Beyond the years. By Paul Lawrence Dunbar