Poems (Smith)/Musings
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MUSINGS.
I have thought my past life over, And look which way I may, I can not see before me The slightest dawn of day.
Always to live thus lonely, Without one ray of light, And know I'm going deeper Into the darker night.
Yet a voice is whispering ever— "Press onward, stricken heart! There's rest for you in Heaven, When from this world you part.
Life can not be all sunshine; Take the bitter with the sweet; The joys of the Hereafter We can not here repeat.
Perhaps 'tis well to suffer; 'Tis well for us to wait Until we meet in Heaven At the golden gate.