The late Lois Fessenden Honick was a member of First Unitarian Church of Baltimore, married to Al Honick in 1967 by Rev. Irving Murray. She was a great admirer of A. Powell Davies, and in preparation for this morning, I came across this poem (collected into "Great Occasions" by Carl Seaburg) which spoke dearly to me. Accepting that there is a tremendous problem in any poem that sees the world as wild and unpeopled, ready for pilgrim settlers (whether Cana'an, Massachusetts, "The West," Palestine, etc.), I offered it to her husband as he sits shiva this week.
The world we know is passing: all things grow strange;
all but the stout heart's courage;
all but the undiminished lustre of an ancient dream--
which we shall dream again as [others] have dreamed before us,
pilgrims forever in a world forever new.
And what we loved and lost
we lose to find how great a thing is loving,
and the power of it to make a dream come true.
For us, there is no haven of refuge;
for us there is the wilderness, wild and trackless,
where we shall build a road and sing a song.
But after us there is a Promised Land,
strong from our sorrows and shining from our joys,
our gift to those who follow us
along the road we build
singing our song.