No life is like a level road
With Heaven as its farthest goal.
But valleys deep, and mountains high
That test your patience and your soul.

The valleys are your days of gray
When plans all seem to go awry
But valleys we must always have
Or else there'd be no mountains high.

So in your valleys, patience have
Be like the heart within your breast.
Note how it strongly beats
Then wisely stops a beat to rest.