LIGHT BEYOND.

Is your heart bowed down with sorrow; Does your lot the hardest seem; Think you of a brighter morrow, Of a fairer future dream.

Have your prospects all been blighted; Has each promise proved a snare; Deepest wrongs are sometime righted, Never yield you to despair.

Has the slanderer's tongue unsparing Ruthless tarnished with its stain; Was your good name worth the wearing— Go and win it back again.

Would you rest where sunshine lingers; You must toil the darkness through; Only work with willing fingers, Only live you brave and true.

Never care or trouble borrow, "Trouble's real if it seems"— Ever see a bright to-morrow, Though you see it but in dreams.