Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle

Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle

If I prove it steep —

If a Discouragement withhold me —

If my newest step


Older feel than the Hope that prompted —

Spotless be from blame

Heart that proposed as...

Poet:
Whose are the little beds, I asked

Whose are the little beds, I asked

Which in the valleys lie?

Some shook their heads, and others smiled —

And no one made reply.


Perhaps they did not hear, I said,

I will inquire again —

Whose are the...

Poet:
Within that little Hive

Within that little Hive

Such Hints of Honey lay

As made Reality a Dream

And Dreams, Reality —

Poet: