| THE END OF THE ROAD Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end. Tho� the way be long, let your heart be strong, Keep right on round the bend. Tho� you�re tired and weary, Still journey on �Till you come to your happy abode, Where all the love you�ve been dreaming of Will be right there at the end of the road. ----------------------- SONG She�s somewhere in the sunlight strong. Her tears are in the falling rain. She calls me in the wind�s soft song, And with the flowers she comes again. ---------------------- IMAGINE Imagine there�s no heaven, It�s easy if you try. No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people Living for today. -------------------- MAIDENHOOD Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! ---------------- A PSALM OF LIFE Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints in the sands of time. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still persuing, Learn to labor and to wait. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe�er defended, But has one vacant chair! --------------------------- TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN Ships that ass in the night, and speak eachother in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence. --------------------------- TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care. ---------------------- We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It�s the light of the oncoming train. ------------------------- If all the earth were paper white And all the sea were ink �Twere not enough for me to write As my poor heart doth think. ------------------------- There is no such thing as death, In nature, nothing dies: From each sad moment of decay Some forms of life arise. ------------------------ SUNLIGHT ON THE GARDEN The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within it�s net of gold, When all is told, We cannot beg for pardon. -------------------- O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature�s ends, With something left to treat my friends. |