Solace

I’m lonely, oh so lonely 

For a message just to say

You still are thinking of me,

Though so very far away;

And my heart is aching, aching

When I gaze into the blue,

For in every fret and trouble,

My thoughts still turn to you.

The autumn winds are sighing,

As the leaves of gold and red

Come fluttering down about us,

And we know that summer’s dead.

The short sweet summer’s vanished,

With its pleasure and its pain,

And winter storms will chill us,

Ere the flowers bloom again.

And so along life’s pathway,

We pluck the fairest flowers,

And revel in their sweetness,

Nor heed the passing hours.

Then comes a storm of sorrow,

And shadows dark and grey;

Not all of life’s allurements

Can chase the gloom away.

But a door is always waiting,

Beyond this world of sin,

And we sometimes catch a glimmer

Of the wondrous light within.

Some day the door will open,

Far across the Great Divide,

And we’ll meet the dear ones waiting

Safe on the other side.

Oh then what joy, what rapture,

When the shadows fade away,

And we leave the gloom and darkness,

For a land of perfect day.

When our barque is safely anchored

Beyond the rolling tide,

Never more to breast the billows,

Then, we will be satisfied.

Beth