I Passed Them By
As they were pressing hard
on the road
Childhood, youth and the
aged
Each bearing his burden or
load.
Some of them gay and
laughing
Some of them bitter and cold
The sorrowful joyous and fainting
Alike the young and the old.
The calm serene brow of the
righteous
The haughty and proud look
of the scornful
The passionate glance of the
lover
The tear wet eyes of the
mournful.
The sufferer and patient and
waiting
The mother her wayward child
mourns
Alike the young and the
aged.
Are wearing their crown of
thorns.
Some are faint hearted and
weary
Others lighthearted and glad
The strong with a smile and
a ready hand
Are helping the weak and the
sad.
The Father to each of his
children
Has dealt a portion of tears
He who respecteth no person
Spares neither our youth nor
our years.
All these things I saw on my
journey
Along the highway of life
But I passed them by and at
last I came
To the end of all battle and
strife.
I passed them by with heartache
And I grieved that my
journey was done
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