Classic Poem

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.