Is it worth while?
This question ever I ask
As the eternal mile
I trudge along.
Sick of life's thankless task,
My tongue too leaden for song—
O God! is it worth while?
Yet I must go on,
Though wearily I fair
Through the valley of despair.
I must go on and make no moan . . .
I would lie low in the clean, green grass and sleep,
In the silent night and deep;
But I must go, I must go on.
On through the pushing stream
Of mortals harsh and proud,
On through the clamorous crowd
That dissipates my dream.
All alone,
Through the splashing, lashing torrent,
Along the eternal mile,
I must go on
With this thought ever recurrent:
Is it worth while