By Edgar Guest
Rough is the road I am journeying
now,
Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;
But I'm humming a song, as I wander
along,
And I smile at the roses that nod
by the way.
Red roses sweet,
Blooming there at my feet,
Just dripping with honey and perfume
and cheer;
What a weakling I'd be
If I tried not to see
The joy and the comfort you bring
to us here.
Just tramping along o'er the highway
of life,
Knowing not what's ahead but still
doing my best;
And I sing as I go, for my soul
seems to know
In the end I shall come to the
valley of rest.
With the sun in my face
And the roses to grace
The roads that I travel, what have
I to fear?
What a coward I'd be
If I tried not to see
The roses of hope and the sunshine
of cheer.
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