Poems (Smith)/Musings

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4510575Poems — MusingsMartha A. Smith
MUSINGS.


I have thought my past life over,
And look which way I may,
I can not see before me
The slightest dawn of day.

Always to live thus lonely,
Without one ray of light,
And know I'm going deeper
Into the darker night.

Yet a voice is whispering ever—
"Press onward, stricken heart!
There's rest for you in Heaven,
When from this world you part.

Life can not be all sunshine;
Take the bitter with the sweet;
The joys of the Hereafter
We can not here repeat.

Perhaps 'tis well to suffer;
'Tis well for us to wait
Until we meet in Heaven
At the golden gate.