Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

A Song - Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

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Rough be the road and long,
Steep be the hills ahead,
Grant that my faith be strong,
Fearlessly let me tread.
After the day's hard test
Home — with its peaceful rest.

Heavy my burdens be,
Let me not falter though,
Soon I shall come to see
Home, where the roses grow.
Home, where the swallows nest,
Home, with its peaceful rest.

This grant to me at last,
When I have ceased to roam,
When all my cares are past,
I may be welcomed home,
Home, where is none distressed,
Home, with its peaceful rest.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014



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