Somehow Or Other

Life is a burden to every one's shoulder;
None may escape from its troubles and care;
Miss it in youth and 't will come when we're older,
And fit us as close as the garments we wear.
Sorrow comes into our homes uninvited,
Robbing our heart of its treasures of song;
Lovers grow cold and our friendships are slighted,
Yet somehow or other we worry along.

Midst the sweet blossoms that smile on our faces
Grow the rank weeds that would poison and blight;
And e'en in the midst of earth's beautiful places
There's always a something that is n't just right.
Yet oft from the rock we may pick a gay flower,
And drink from the spring in a desolate waste;
They come to the heart as a heavenly dower,
And nought is so sweet to the eye or the taste.

Every-day toll is an every-day blessing,
Though poverty's cottage and crust we may share;
Weak is the back on which burdens are pressing,
But stout is the heart which is strengthened by prayer.
Somehow or other the pathway grows brighter
Just when we mourned there was none to befriend;
Hope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter,
And somehow or other we get to the end.

(From The Humbler Poets)

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