At the Turning of the Lane.
Reading edition
Say good-bye to grief and sorrow, Leave them in a high disdain; All the raptures come tomorrow At the turning of the lane! What if over you the shadows And the nights of cold and rain? Yonder smile the laughing meadows At the turning of the lane! Still the rose and still the rapture Woven through the tangled skein, And the joys we still shall capture At the turning of the lane. All the rain-bows arch their story Bright above the hill and plain; If we wait, we'll see the glory At the turning of the lane!