I spent a couple of hours at my cabin this evening, and while reading one of the books I keep there ("Poems For A Good And Happy Life") I found a poem I've loved for years, but had forgotten:
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
-- Christina Rossetti
2 comments:
BEAUTIFUL!
Carlene
I too love old hymns. I am trying to find one that we sang in the late 40s and 50s. It was not quite a hymn but we sang it in church. The words are, "If you bring the one next to you and I bring the one next to me, in no time at all we'll have them all so bring, bring them one by one.
Does anyone know where I can find the sheet music for this hymn? Blessings Susan
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