Bacause Thy Separate Ways Poem by Francis Joseph Sherman

Because thy separate ways
Lie past the outmost star,
I fashion in thy praise
This northern calendar
Of memorable days—


Lest thou, afar,

Only lest thou forget:
Not to discomfort thee.
Peace, Child! If thou forget, regret,
How shall it go with me


Who have no strength—and yet
My time bide patiently?

O close to God’s control!
When the last dawn shall break
Between me and my goal,


Because His hand did make
The whiteness of thy soul,
Shall He not reach and take
Mine, too, for thy soul’s sake?