Show Th Street of Pain Io Now men may shy at grief or orf Pain Yea f ea once I too could see no gain Except to io walk in pleasant ways Where Sorrow never showed her face But now my weary feet must trace Their way along a stony lane Where briars grow No flowers there bestow A single smile to greet gred or solace me Yet shall shan I grieve or fear 1 Lo Io One I love has passed before me here Has plucked these briars and pressed them to his head That I might follow on where lie He has lc led 0 o rugged road 0 reddened road What can thus be mine mineTo mineTo mineTo To win such heritage and plod The street of pain that lie He has trod I Harry Barry Walsh U tnt In |