LIFE

Our lives seem filled with things of little worth;

A thousand petty cares arise each day

Which bring our soaring thoughts from heaven to earth,

Reminding us that we have feet of clay;

Yet we will not from path of duty stray

If we amidst them all cleave to the right;

Nor great nor small are actions in His sight;

Through lowly vale He shows our feet the way.

Our early dreams may not be realized;

The roseate sky now proves quite commonplace;

The constellations we so highly prized

Have vanished all — nor left the slightest trace

Of former glory in its azure face,

But high o'er all beams out the polar star

To guide us safe through rock and sandy bar;

Life is complete and its cap-stone is grace.