The pathway thou art walking now With weary feet, dear one, Hedged in by briers and poison vine, Bestrewn with sticks and stone: Oh, grumble not, 'twill lead thee to A smoother and a better way Shaded by broad-armed elm trees And fringed with flowers -- some day. Oh, weary toiling one, Whose brow is wet with sweat, Mind not thy task, though it be, Mind not the scorching heat. Toil on and sing a little bit In cheerful tones and gay While at thy work, and don't forget There's rest for thee -- some day. And thou, bereaved one, Why grieve and sorrow on With low-dropped head and weeping eyes For loved ones dead and gone. Believe and trust the Father Who has taken them away, Knoweth best and will give them Again to thee -- some day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE POET'S CHOICE by ROBERT BURNS VERSES TO J. RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES TO BE CHEERFUL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |