God broke our years to hours and days, that Hour by hour And day by day, We might be able all along To keep quite strong. Should all the weight of life Be laid across our shoulders, and the future, rife With woe and struggle, meet us face to face At just one place, We could not go; Our feet would stop; and so God lays a little on us every day. And never, I believe, on all the way, Will burdens bear so deep Or pathways lie so steep But we can go, if by God's power, We only bear the burden by the hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FLETCHER MCGEE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR |