Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair.

No path is wholly rough.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back