Classic Poem

Shall I wish thee joy, or sorrow,
In thine earthly path, my friend?
Joy alone would but enervate,
Sorrow break where it should bend.

God will blend them as his wisdom
Knoweth how thy soul to keep:
Earthly changes all are needful;
Heaven is nearest those who weep.

In God's hands thy future leaving,
I for thee but crave this boon,
That, where'er thy feet may wander,
Thou shalt never walk alone.

On the mountain-tops of gladness,
Or along the peaceful plain,
Or when treading grief's dark valley,
May thy Lord with thee remain!

Following him with thoughtful spirit,
Thou shalt reach the home above,
Where the soul can bear the brightness,
'Mid the joy of perfect love.