AT LAST.

I struggle on blindly; I know not the way, I falter by wayside Forever and aye. I seek the right pathway, ’Tis hidden in gloom, ’Tis cold as the grave, and As dark as the tomb. So deep are the shadows I see not the road, My burden is heavy I sink ’neath the load. So long seems the journey; O when will it end? I’m tired, and weary, ’Neath burdens I bend. No light in my pathway, No hope in my soul. My life seems a failure, Far distant my goal. I’ll rise from my languor, And hope for the best.— Now, clouds are dispelling, I’ll come to my rest. Though trials, and sorrows Have e’er been my lot, I’ll cast them aside now, Life’s battles are fought. I’ve gained in the battles, All clouds will now break. When journey is ended In heaven I’ll awake.