But to-day, through the years
That have ended our tears,
We have memories rare
That no others may share;
We can look back and see
Why the blow had to be—
By that mound and its sod,
We are closer to God.
If It's Worth While
If it's worth while, then it's worth a few blows,
Worth a few setbacks and worth a few bruises;
If it's worth while—and it is, I suppose—
It's worth keeping on, though the first struggle loses.
If it's worth while, then it's worth a good fight,
Worth a few bouts with the demon, Disaster,
Worth going after with courage and might,
Worth keeping on till you've proved you are master.
If it's worth while, then it's worth a few pains,
Worth a few heartaches and worth a few sorrows,
Worth clinging fast to the hope that remains,
Worth going on through the doubtful to-morrows.
Stand to the battle and see the test through,
Pay all you have in endurance and might for it;
If it's worth while and a good thing to do,
Then it is worth all it costs in the fight for it.
The Letter
The postman whistled down the street
And seemed to walk on lighter feet,
And as he stepped inside her gate
He knew he carried precious freight;
He knew that day he carried joy—
He had the letter from her boy.