What of That?
Tired ? Well, what of that ? Didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease, Fluttering the rose leaves scattered by the breeze ? Come, rouse thee! Work while it is called day! Coward, arise ! go forth upon the way. Lonely ? And what of that ? Some must bo lonely ; ’tis not given to all To feel a heart responsive rise and fall, To blend another life into its own. Work may be done in loneliness. Woik on ! Dark ? Well, and what of that! Didst fondly dream the sun would never set ? Dost fiat to lose thy way ? Take courage yet!. Learn thou to walk by faith, and not by sight; Thy steps will guided be, and guided right. Hard ? Well, what of that ? Didst fancy life one summer holiday, .a-.aa With lessons none to learn, and naught! bufe play? Go, get thee to thy task ! Conquer.orAicJ., i. It must be learned; learn it, then," ga6dnily.', Ja No help? Nay, ’tu.not.tQ.t- beq.unv/t jo Though human help be far. thy £odiji|giy Who feeds the ravens hears his cMldw*kciy 9r j+ He’s near thee, wheresoe’er tliy foojistepa foapLi And He will guide thee, light th«P home. ’i" ,JJ|, ' l!l ■ 1 .»w
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What of That?, Evening Star, Issue 8030, 5 October 1889, Supplement
What of That? Evening Star, Issue 8030, 5 October 1889, Supplement
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