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As we journey along, with a laugh and a song, / We see, on youth's flower-decked slope, / Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight, / The beautiful Station of Hope.
But the wheels of old Time roll along as we climb, / And our youth speeds away on the years; / And with hearts that are numb with life's sorrows we come / To the mist-covered Station of Tears.
Still onward we pass, where the milestones, alas! / Are the tombs of our dead, to the West, / Where glitters and gleams, in the dying sunbeams, / The sweet, silent Station of Rest.
All rest is but change, and no grave can estrange / The soul from its Parent above; / And, scorning the rod, it soars back to its God, / To the limitless City of Love.