BLACK CAT POEMS
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There Comes a Time
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There comes a time to every mortal being,
Whate'er his station or his lot in
When his sad soul yearns for the final freeing
From all this jarring and unceasing strife.
There comes a time, when, having lost its savor,
The salt of wealth is worthless; when the mind
Grows wearied with the world's capricious favor,
And sighs for something that it cannot find.
There comes a time, when, though kind friends are thronging
About our pathway with sweet acts of grace,
We feel a vast and overwhelming longing
For something that we cannot name or place.
There comes a time, when, with earth's best
To feed the heart's great hunger and desire,
We find not even this can satisfy us;
within us cries for something higher.
What greater proof need we that we inherit
A life immortal in another sphere?
It is the homesick longing of the spirit
That cannot find its satisfaction here.
poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox