Susan Marietta RUGGLES of East Troy
| THE JOURNEY OF LIFE by Marietta Morse, East Troy
As I sit deeply musing as night’s shadows fall.
And cast o’er our planet its dark somber pall,
Fond memory claims this lone hour as its own
And takes its way backward to snows that
To childhood’s fair morning all gladsome and gay;
When we sped on our journey no fears of the way,
We thought not of sorrow or danger or care.
But all was delightful and wondrously
But time pauses not at the threshold of youth
And we must pass onward to learn this sad truth,
That sorrows oft mingle with joy by the way,
Lasting shadows where once we were
gladsome and gay.
Our Father in Heaven knows why this must be
And he bids us to trust him where we cannot see,
Feeling sure He will guide us in safety along
And conflicts will turn to the glad victor’s song.
Then let us be patient although rough is the way,
Our path will lead onward to breaking of day,
That day when the weary shall find sweetest rest
In that bright peaceful region “the land of the blest.”
Then let us not murmer though lonely we stay.
At length will come dawning that bright better day,
And then we shall know why the darkness must come,
When we reach that fair haven blesses heaven our home.
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