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Edgar Guest - The Burden Bearer
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Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of the burdens I am bearin`,
An` I grumble when I`m footsore at the rough road I am farin`,
But I strap my knapsack tighter till I feel the leather bind me,
An` I`m glad to bear the burdens for the ones who come behind me.
It`s for them that I am ploddin`, for the children comin` after;
I would strew their path with roses and would fill their days with
  laughter.

Oh, there`s selfishness within me, there are times it gets to talkin`,
Times I hear it whisper to me, "It`s a dusty road you`re walkin`;
Why not rest your feet a little; why not pause an` take your leisure?
Don`t you hunger in your strivin` for the merry whirl of pleasure?"
Then I turn an` see them smilin` an` I grip my burdens tighter,
For the joy that I am seekin` is to see their eyes grow brighter.

Oh, I`ve sipped the cup of sorrow an` I`ve felt the gad of trouble,
An` I know the hurt of trudgin` through a field o`errun with stubble;
But a rougher road to travel had my father good before me,
An` I`m owin` all my gladness to the tasks he shouldered for me.
Oh, I didn`t understand it, when a lad I played about him,
But he labored for my safety in the days I`d be without him.

Oh, my kindly father never gave himself a year of leisure--
Never lived one selfish moment, never turned aside for pleasure--
Though he must have grown aweary of the burdens he was bearin`;
He was tryin` hard to better every road I`d soon be farin`.
Now I turn an` see them smilin` an` I hear their merry laughter,
An` I`m glad to bear the burdens for the ones that follow after.
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