SOMEHOW OR OTHER.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume III, Issue 126, 1 October 1875, Page 15

SOMEHOW OR OTHER.

Life has a burden for everyone's shoulder, None may escape from Its troubles and care : Mies it in youth and 'twii jj^me when we're older, And fit us as close as the garment we wear. Sorrow comes into our homes uniimted, Robbing the heart of its treasure of song ; Lovers grow cold and pur friendship* ire slighted. Yet somehow or other we hasten along. 'Mid the sweet blossoms that smile on our iAoes Grow the dank weeds that would poison and blight ; And c'en in the midst of earth's beautiful places There's always a something that isn't just right. Yet oft from a rock we may pluck a gay flower, And drink from a spring in a desolate waste ; They come to the heart like heavenly dower, And naught is so sweet to the eye or the taste. Every-day toil is an every day blessing, Though poverty's cottage and crust we may share ; Weak is the back on which burdens are pressing But stout is the heart that is strengthened by prayer. Somehow or other the pathways grow brighter, Just when we mourned there was none to befriend ; Hope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter, And somehow or other we ge*- to the end.