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BESIDE THE ROAD
Who has not walked with loneliness,
And leaned upon the arm of grief,
Along the road of Heart's Distress,
Mourning that joy is brief?
And leaned upon the arm of grief,
Along the road of Heart's Distress,
Mourning that joy is brief?
The paths appointed us to take
Are not the ways that we would choose;
The guide-post reading “Duty's Sake”
Is one we cannot lose.
Are not the ways that we would choose;
The guide-post reading “Duty's Sake”
Is one we cannot lose.
But they, who kneel awhile and pray,
Or muse with Nature upon God,
May find, beside the lonely way,
The faery goldenrod
Or muse with Nature upon God,
May find, beside the lonely way,
The faery goldenrod
Of hope, whose light makes bright the road,
And beautifies the lonely hours,
And turns the sorrow of our load
To thoughts, like shining flowers.
And beautifies the lonely hours,
And turns the sorrow of our load
To thoughts, like shining flowers.
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