There is many a rest in the road of life,
If we only would stop to take,
And many a tone from the better land,
If the querulous heart would wake it!
To the sunny soul that is full of hope.
And whose beautiful trust ne’er faileth,
The grass is green and the flowers are bright,
Though the wintry storm prevaileth.
Better to hope, though the clouds hang low,
And to keep the eyes still lifted;
For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through,
When the ominous clouds are rifted!
There was never a night without a day,
Or an evening without a morning;
And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes;
Is the hour before the dawning.
