OCR Text |
Show In the End. Tho road Is rniiRh nnd the day Is cold, And the landscape's sour and bare. And the milestones once such charming friends, Iliilf-henrted welcomes we-vr. Theie'8 trouble befoie and troublo behind, be-hind, I And a troublesomo present to mend; And the road goes up, nnd tho load goes down, But It nil comes light In tho end. The heart Is sick nnd the heart Is sore For a heart to call Its own; And we scramble bard ror tho precious nrtimlni Amonsnt the heaps of stone. For n, love's iv, nnd a n n's man. Our gold's gold would we spend; And the heart goes up, nnd the heart goes down. But It nil comes right In the end. Tho road goes up, nnd tho road goes dow n To n deKolntn depth below, And there's timer n shred of tho meanest robe On tliu naked ones to go There's u heaven above, nnd a Clod of love. And a father who will fend And life Koca up, hiiiI life goes down, But It nil tomtH right In the end Westminster Gazette. |