LIFE’S MUSIC.
Though life may seem a symphony,
It is a sad, sad song.
Its music is a funeral dirge,
And weary are the throng
Who march to a weird threnody
Life’s long, and gloomy day,
The road made rough by all the ills
That meet us on our way.
The road, though long and devious
Hath guide posts on its way.
Though there are many sharp, sharp turns,
If guide posts we obey,
We safely reach our journey’s end,
And rest beneath the shade
Of Love’s own tree, whose buds, and flowers
Of hope will never fade.
Disheartened though we often are
Upon the uphill road.
If hope within our hearts is strong
’Twill lighten every load;
The saddest song be turned to joy,
Sweet music fill the soul.
Triumphant will our life march be
Until we reach our goal.
The final song we then shall sing.
Life’s measure be complete.
No minor chord shall lower life’s song,
Nor sound for us defeat.
The meter of our lives shall be
Exultant melody.
No sad refrain shall e’er be sung,
Nor doleful threnody.