| Finding the Way |
Chapter 18 |
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Then we shall not have many miles at the most of the rough, steep road. In a few years we shall have gone over it all, and shall have come out into a place where there shall be nothing to vex or disturb us. And such gladness waits for us, such blessing, that one hour there will make us forget all the sorrow and pain and toil of the way.
“‘Tis a long road home;
But sleep for aching eyes,
Rest for weary feet,
For striving hearts a prize,
Silence still and sweet,
Wait at the end of the long road home.
“‘Tis a hard road home;
Many faint and lag
Beneath the heavy pack,
With feet and hearts that drag,
But none looks back–
We know there’s an end to the hard road home.
“‘Tis a dark road home,
With shadows long and deep,
Where timid travelers fall,
And scarce their path may keep;
But the Light that shines for all
Gleams at the end of the dark road home.”
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