Poem December 8, 1934 Issue

The Upward Way

ALEXANDER NORTHRUP

Have trouble, sickness, and sorrow
In this dream of mortal strife

Robbed us of joy and beauty,
Happiness, love, and life?

Like the prodigal son of the story,
Have we fed on the husks of the swine,

Nor heeded the voice that is calling,
Son, all that I have is thine?

If so, let us look up and listen
For that sweet, compelling voice

And humbly, meekly, gladly
Make the upward way our choice;

May our lives be always joyous,
Always sweet and clean and glad,

That they may cheer our brothers
Who are lonesome, tired, and sad.

As we live to bless each other
Much that's sordid we shall miss

And soon shall feel with gladness
On our cheek the Father's kiss;

The robe and ring will follow
As we live to love each day,

And we'll know the banquet table
Has been spread for us alway.

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