Show j. j Lifes Life's Consolation J OH OH why should deep sadness enshroud us with gloom gloom- From manhood old J t tOh JOh infancy ncy age and the tomb Oh why should we mortals forget to bestow The truth love and virtue that human hearts know ft r f. f We little remember how all men depend For lifes life's consolation on some trusted friend i J How oft in the dark gloomy chambers of sorrow sorrow We slumber in pain till the dawn of the morrow h hYes ty Yes each little action of friends doth portray f I. I i iThe The truest affection their hearts can i Each word thought and action is stamped on the mind ind r rAnd And these are the links that have bound humankind t t l i How oft in t the e long dreary desert of life Amid labor and hardships and struggle and strife We long for the flowers and trees w. w we behold 1 And friend friends that are truest and never grow old c 11 J r O Our r lives are as volumes with each written page f f Indelibly stamped on each passing age i j y Here is a blemish with pain and sad tears That memory dwells s on in long future years i 1 3 J While there is is a trace of 01 some downward course That heaps depths of sorrow and pangs pangs pangs' of remorse i The heart throbs throbs' its echo its rooted deep-rooted pain tt E And struggles to conquer but struggles in vain 1 kt Oh why should man ponder as years roll along I Oh why should he echo his forefathers' forefathers s song ong 14 Oh Ob why should he battle rise or fall as a slave From infancy's dawn till he sink in the grave J Jt t I thus we plod on till our journey w we end Through sunshine and sorrow with some trusted friend How fortunate he who always can find t T THis f His confidence true in all humankind over r For we are but wanderers speeding our way To some unknown ia land d to some unknown day Yes we tread the same road that our forefathers' forefathers trod And in in death we expect to behold the same GodIn God In sadness sadness- in sorrow in in sunshine in ram rain In sickness remorse with the heart filled with pain In the gloom of despondency when lost in in despair If honor be present then is there And thus do we wander on life lifes life's s varied shore And gather her treasures in unbounded store And thus will the ages a as a's time lime rolls away Enact the same scene each year and each day B ekley y l |