To The Children Poem by Annie Adams Fields
To The Children
Hunters ever shall ye be,
Seeking what ye cannot see,
Over hill and over dale,
Through the deepest, greenest vale;
Sure some treasure will be found
Fairer than of common ground.
Fear no wave where thou must cross,
Fear no path of grief or loss:
Through the mist and through the dark
Comes the dawn and sings the lark;
Thus alone ye seek and find
Heaven that never lies behind.
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