Endlessly onward winds the road
Dimmed by amazing mist o' grey;
Blindly I struggle 'neath my load
Yearning for some radiant day.

What terrors lurk beyond the bend,—
Horrors enough to break my heart?
And yet may I some peace impart,—
We shall n'er pass this way again.

Because for thee so great my love
Let me thy heavy sorrows bear
And palliate each strife and care;
My sacrifice a token prove.


~Hilda~