'Tis a little journey
This we walk;
Hardly time for murmurs---
Time for talk.

Yet we learn to quarrel
And to hate;
Afterward regret it
Whan too late.

Now and then 'tis sunshine--
Sometimes dark;
Sometimes care and sorrow
Leave their mark.

Yet we walk the pathway
Side by side;
Where so many others
Lived and dead.

We can see the moral,
Yet we walk not always
Hand in hand.

Why must there be hatred?
Greed and strife?
Do we need such shadows
Here in life?

Finna Moon