THERE'S many a rest on the road of life, If we only would stop to take it; And many a tone from the better land, If the querulous heart would wake it. To the sunny soul that is full of hope, And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth, The grass is green and the flowers are bright, Though the wintry storm prevaileth. Better to hope though the clouds hang low, And to keep the eyes still lifted; For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through, When the ominous clouds are rifted. There was never a night without a day, Nor an evening without a morning; And the darkest hour, the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning. There is many a gem in the path of life, Which we pass in our idle pleasure, That is richer far than the jewelled crown Or the miser's hoarded treasure; It may be the love of a little child, Or the mother's prayer to Heaven, Or only a beggar's grateful thanks For a cup of water given. Better to weave in the web of life A bright and golden filling, And to do God's will with a ready heart, And hands that are swift and willing, Than to snap the delicate silver threads Of our curious lives asunder, And then Heav'n blame for the tangled ends, And sit and grieve and wonder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 13. AL-BARI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HELL AND HATE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |