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.