True Comradeship

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

Climbing a rugged road,
Bowed down by sorrow's load,
Doubting the end,
I turned from dark despair;
My hands reached out in prayer,
When, lo, heaven's help was there,—
A friend.

A friend to climb with me,
A friend to talk of Thee,
A child of Thine!
Quickly the hours sped on;
We reached the rising sun;
We sang till night was done
Of things divine.

Oh, sweet the upward road,
Oh, light the old-time load,
Glorious the end!
When heart to heart can speak,
Another's good we seek,
And we unwounded keep
Our friend.