Logan Republican | 1903-04-10 | Page 2 | The Way to the Valley

The Way to the Valley. Tho wny Is long to tho Valley ot Rest. Down the dim, uncertain yoars; Hut wo'll reach tho valley when God think best. And enter Its shadows, sweet nnd blest. Where It never n rnln of tsars! We'll forget tho Kloom ot tho weary wny Whero tho thorns grow red along; With nnswers sweet to tho prayers wo prny, The Spirit of Penco will spenlc thnt day. And tho slRh will bo tho song! And deop In tho beautiful Valloy of Host Wo shall pass from tho storm-swept sod; With tired hands folded abovo tho broast, Wa shall say to tho Sllenca how God knew best. And dream In tho Light of Gad, Atlanta Constitution.