* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *

That Where I Am Ye May Be Also

Whenever I see the tired, sad eyes

Of the old folks so dear to me,

I think of the promise that they shall rise

And have peace through eternity.

Whenever I see my crippled friend

With his thought of victory won,

I see a new body in the end

When his labor here is done.

Whenever I meet the sick at heart

With their load of work and woe,

I think of the joy of that new start

Where the load can never go.

But there are many we can't relieve

Whose joy is another's pain

Who haven't the faith to just believe

Or the hope of a life to gain.

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