There is a way
That leads to some rich joy in every day,
To where through immemorial ages gone
Calm Peace has sat upon her regal throne.
There is a road to joy’s supremest goal,
But pilgrims say
It is discerned but by the open soul.
There is a song
That has the power to scatter courage strong
Through all the moments of the busy day,
And blunt the thorns along the weary way.
Its music always lessens sorrow’s toll,
Though suffered long.
It is no secret to the open soul.
There is a gleam
That lights with loveliness the hill and stream,
Blesses the days with hours supremely rare,
And threads a line of gladness through each care.
Before it all the shadows swiftly roll
From fettered beam.
It breaks like morning on the open soul.