Eternal Troths

Oh, you lovers of all time!
Who have pledged, trothed, parted,
Sworn, bled, died!
Oh, you lovers of all time!
Yon is the spot!
Yon, beyond the cheek of the horizon,
Where the sun slips into the golden bowl-
Yon is the spot!
And Today is the path leading thereto;
And you lovers of all time, hark!
Love hath ne'er betrayed, neer sworn,
Ne'er bled, neer died in vain!
Nay, each yesterday leads, as doth tomorrows,
Unto that golden land of Tryst,
Wherein that great King,
Who uttered the first truth, reigns!