Till the Journey’s End Blue and clear skies, the lushly white clouds ease, With the trees of green, dancing along the breeze, Of the northern gales cold as the summers wisps, Shivering heat cracking bones in warm degrees, Journey of the men coming to a decease, Oh! how disheartening! till the journey’s cease. Oh Lord! Why things should very end! With blessings so great why should we suspend? With bonds greater than the rocks, we can amend! With friendships as to neverland, surely we can contend! But in ev’ry venture there is an end, A Traveller must face, till the Journey’s End.