Post by Trinna D. on Oct 1, 2013 16:57:44 GMT -5
Heart Courageous By Edgar A. Guest
There's a little old lady that lives down the way
Who has never a word of her sorrows to say.
She has buried her husband, her children and friends,
Still bravely her gay little garden she tends,
And bravely she smiles as if never a care
Or the anguish of sorrows had silvered her hair.
One morning as downcast I wandered along,
Because some little plan of my own had gone wrong,
She noticed my frown as I came to her gate
And asked me my burden of trouble to state.
"Oh, I know how you feel," she replied with a smile,
"But don't bear a grudge, for it isn't worthwhile!"
I thought of her sorrows and stood there ashamed
To think that my own petty trouble I'd named.
She passed me a rosebud to pin on my coat,
And I couldn't say thanks for the lump in my throat.
She patted my arm and she said to me there:
"Remember we all have some burdens to bear."
Dear, brave little lady, thought I, as I left,
Of all who have loved you, so swiftly bereft,
Yet smiling and cheerful and hiding your woe
'Neath a manner so gentle that no one may know.
Should I be the last of my circle to stay,
God grant me such faith as I've seen you display.