<h2><SPAN name="page109"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>SLIPPING AWAY</h2>
<p class="poetry">Slipping away—slipping away!<br/>
Out of our brief year slips the May;<br/>
And Winter lingers, and Summer flies;<br/>
And Sorrow abideth, and Pleasure dies;<br/>
And the days are short, and the nights are long;<br/>
And little is right, and much is wrong.</p>
<p class="poetry">Slipping away is the Summer time;<br/>
It has lost its rhythm and lilting rhyme—<br/>
For the grace goes out of the day so soon,<br/>
And the tired head aches in the glare of noon,<br/>
And the way seems long to the hills that lie<br/>
Under the calm of the western sky.</p>
<p class="poetry">Slipping away are the friends whose worth<br/>
Lent a glow to the sad old earth:<br/>
One by one they slip from our sight;<br/>
One by one their graves gleam white;<br/>
Or we count them lost by the crueller death<br/>
Of a trust betrayed, or a murdered faith.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page110"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
110</span>Slipping away are the hopes that made<br/>
Bliss out of sorrow, and sun out of shade,<br/>
Slipping away is our hold on life;<br/>
And out of the struggle and wearing strife,<br/>
From joys that diminish, and woes that increase,<br/>
We are slipping away to the shores of Peace.</p>
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