Rest on the Road

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 careworn heart would wake it.
To the sunny soul that is full of hope,
And whose beautiful trust n'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.


٭ Poem by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster, (1838 – 1912).
# Painting "The Andes of Ecuador" by Frederic Edwin Church, 1876.


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