The Water Mill
Listen to the
water mill ,
Through the
live-long day ,
How the
clanking of its wheel
Wears the
hours aways !
Languidly the
autumn wind
Stirs the
forest leaves
From the field
the reapers sing .
Binding up
their sheaves ;
And a proverb haunts
my mind ,
As a spell is
cast :
“The mill
cannot grind
with the water
that is past “
Autumn winds
revive no more
Leaves that
once are shed ,
And the sickle
cannot reap
Corn once
gathered :
Flows the ruffed
streamlet on,
Tranquil ,deep
,and still ,
Never gliding
back again
To the water
mill ;
Truly speaks
the proverb old ,
With a meaning
vast ,-“
“The mill
cannot grind
With the water
that is past .”
Take the
lesson to thyself
True and
loving heart ;
Golden youth
is fleeting by ,
Summer hours
depart ;
Learn to make
the most of life ,
Lose no happy
day ;
Time will
never bring you back
Chances swept
away !
Leave no
tender word unsaid ,
Love while
love shall last ;
‘The mill
cannot grind
With the water
that is past. “
O the wasted
hours of life
That have
drifted by !
O the good
that might have been ,-
Lost ,without
a sigh !
Love ,that we
might once have saved
By a single
word .
Thoughts
conceived but never penned ,
Perishing
unheard :-
Take the
proverb to thine heart ,
Take , and
hold it fast ,-
“The mill
cannot grind
with the water
that is past .”
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
Landen is waiting on an operating room at GHS, needs a new shunt to drain fluid
off his brain. Doctors made a hole in his skull last night to let fluid drain
and Landen woke up, which is good. This is Clayton Burdette's grandson, please
keep prayers going for Landen. 4 pm, July 11. Please be in Prayer for him . And sister Judy Howard !
