YE WEARIE WAYFARER 



Onward ! onward ! oh ! faint-hearted ; 



Nearer and more near 

 Has the goal drawn since we started, 



Be of better cheer. 



Preacher ! all forbearance ask, for 



All are worthless found, 

 Man must aye take man to task for 



Faults while earth goes round. 

 On this dank soil thistles muster, 



Thorns are broadcast sown ; 

 See not figs where thistles cluster, 



Grapes where thorns have grown. 



Sun and rain and dew from heaven. 



Light and shade and air. 

 Heat and moisture freely given. 



Thorns and thistles share. 

 Vegetation rank and rotten 



Feels the cheering ray ; 

 Not uncared for, unforgotten, 



We, too, have our day. 



Unforgotten ! though we cumber 

 Earth, we work His will. 

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