Diminishing Evils

How high those hills, how far away. Menacing hills at break of day.
Friend, keep going ; there's no knowing when you will come to the end of the way.
Be not alarmed, fear not at all; at the foot of the slope the hill looks small.
Journey along, hearty and strong, the summit is reached e'er the shadows fall.
How great those ills, grim foes they seem. Swift and swollen life's angry stream.
Friend, keep going, there's no knowing when troubles will vanish as if in a dream.
Be not alarmed, have no fear ; the further away the worse they appear.
Journey along, hearty and strong ; troubles are bubbles when Courage is near.