A Song
Rough be the road and long,
Steep be the hills ahead,
Grant that my faith be strong,
Fearlessly let me tread.
After the day’s hard test
Home—with its peaceful rest.
Heavy my burdens be,
Let me not falter though,
Soon I shall come to see
Home, where the roses grow.
Home, where the swallows nest,
Home, with its peaceful rest.
This grant to me at last,
When I have ceased to roam,
When all my cares are past,
I may be welcomed home,
Home, where is none distressed,
Home, with its peaceful rest.
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