Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


Gently on the stream of time,
      We are floating day by day,
In life's native boats sublime
      We soon anchor in the bay.
We'll soon anchor in the haven,
      Where the weary are at rest,
In that blissful port called Heaven,
      Where are roaming now the blest.


Be gentle, time be gentle with us,
      While we are on life's troubled stream,
May life's foaming billows o'er us
      Break away as day serene.
Gently on the stream of time,
      We will swiftly glide along,
Till we reach the realm divine,
      Then we'll join the heavenly throng,
Where our friends have gone before us
      Waiting on the other shore.
In that home they sing in chorus,
      "Welcome home the rich and poor."

Gently on the stream of time,
      We shall shortly pass away,
We shall reach the heavenly clime
      If God's commands we obey.
Gently on the stream of time
      We are going one by one,
Listening to the evening chime
      On life's journey going home.

Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore ,
ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).
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