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.
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