Why linger ye in aisles of pain,
Where joy is dead and hope is vain?
Why walk ye here with bleeding feet,
When life without is glad and sweet?
Oh, leave behind the aisles of pain,
Nor weep o'er graves where hope is slain,
For just beyond, Love opens wide
The door to joys that will abide.
We walk no more in aisles of pain
When this we learn, hope is not vain—
That God is Love—and good supreme—
And evil nothing but a dream.
