Life's Journey

As we speed out of youth's sunny station The track seems to shine in the light, But it suddenly shoots over chasms Or sinks into tunnels of night. And the hearts that were brave in the morning Are filled with repining and fears As ( hey pause at the city of sorrow Or pass thro' the Valley of Tears. But the road of this perilous journey The hand of the Master has made; With all its diseomforts and dangers, We need not be sad or afraid. Paths leading from light into darkness, Ways plunglng from gloom to despair, Wind out thro1 the tunnels of midnight To flelds that are blooming and fair. Tho' the roeks and the shadows surround us, Tho1 we catch not one gleam of the day Above us, fair citics are laughing And dipping white feet in some bay. And always, eternal, forever. Down over the bilis in the west, The last final end of our journey, There lies the Great Station of Rest. 'Tis the Grand Central point of all railways, All roads center here when they end; 'Tis the final resort of all tourists, All rival lines meet hereand blend. All tickets, all mile books, all passes Li stolen or begged for or bought. On whatever road or división, Will bring you at last to the spot. If you pause at the City of Trouble Or wait in the Valley of Tears, Be patiënt, the train will move onward And rush down the track of the years. Whatever the place is you seek for, Whatever your aim or your quest, You shall come at the last with rejoicing To the beautiful City of Rest. You shall store all your baggage of worries, You shall feel perfect peace in this realm, You shall sail with old friends on fair waters, With joy and delight at the helm. You shall wander in cool, fragrant gardens With those who have loved you the best, And the hopes that were lost in life"s journey You shall find in the City of Rest.