Dear Mrs. Montross,
May no troubles e'er cross
Your journey through life, but may all
Your pathway be bright,
And your heart ever light,
With never a shadow at all.
But if troubles come,
(As doubtless will some,)
Meet bravely and conquer them all;
For life, it is said,
Is half sun and half shade;
Some shadows on every heart fall.
Though clouds hide the sun,
They will fly, one by one,
And brightly he 'll shine as before;
Then in shade or sun
Journey cheerfully on
To where shadows fall nevermore;
To those realms above
Where joy, peace, and love
Have forever fixed their abode;
Where all souls at last,
Their kind discipline past,
Shall dwell in the bosom of God!