while we journey

from

Poems by    Bronte Sisters

Because the road is rough and long, Shall we despise the skylark’s song, That cheers the wanderer’s way? Or trample down, with reckless feet, The smiling flowerets, bright and sweet, Because they soon decay?

Pass pleasant scenes unnoticed by, Because the next is bleak and drear; Or not enjoy a smiling sky, Because a tempest may be near?

No! while we journey on our way,