the one great morning

 what we saw was the mountain not the road

and so mistook the task and were dismayed

but still plugged onward though we were afraid

each of us frightened bearing a great load

of doubt and sorrow though it might explode

the peak above us could only persuade

our simple hearts that we were half decayed

yet we  walked on with hope our one sharp goad

so what we did was make it the whole way

not without pause and not without much pain

since stubborn hearts refused all other choice

to look from summit at a brighter day

with backs all straightened once relieved of strain

and spirits freed to sing and to rejoice