Into all lives some rain must fall,
Into all eyes some tear-drops start,
Whether they fall as gentle shower,
Or fall like fire from an aching heart.
Into all hearts some sorrow must creep,
Into all souls some doubtings come,
Lashing the waves of life's great deep
From dimpling waters to seething foam.
Over all paths some clouds must lower,
Under all feet some sharp thorns spring,
Tearing the flesh to bitter wounds,
Or entering the heart with their bitter sting.
Upon all brows rough winds must blow,
Over all shoulders a cross be lain,
Bowing the form in its lofty height
Down to the dust in bitter pain.
Into all hands some duty's thrust;
Unto all arms some burden's given,
Crushing the heart with its weary weight,
Or lifting the soul from earth to heaven.
Into all hearts and homes and lives
God's dear sunlight comes streaming down,
Gilding the ruins of life's great plain--
Weaving for all a golden crown.
Notes
Published in "The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1870 to 1885." Compiled by Slason Thompson.
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I agree Renee, this poem is timeless and universal.
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So true are these words...
In 983 I self-published a chapbook called "Poet Unknown", dedicated to all the works we find with no author (anonymous). Some one labored over these words of wisdom, made them easy to relate to for all who read them. I have made a task of trying to unearth who wrote poems such as this. Reading this poem; where so many have used the first line, I will make it my quest to discover who the poet was that wrote this.
I think this poem is universal!
Renee
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