"Turn North, O Weary Soul," by Bethany Worrell

Turn north, oh weary soul

Let your eyes gaze upon familiar sights

While there is pain in knowledge

There is comfort in being known

Turn north, oh wand’ring wit

And remember your former joys

Recollect your thoughts in traversed trails

Perhaps oneself you’ll find again

Turn north, oh stoic heart

There you may cast off your might

To carry is an admirable thing

To be held is strongest of all

Turn north, oh anxious one

Return to havens whose rest you’ll meet

Let brick or birch encase you

And lead to plateaus of peace

Turn north, oh mourning mind

Let your shadow fall on graves

You hold more tread and trail

Far from the south, so let them lie

Turn north, my sweet child

Life lies before you, unknown, untested

Let not today refuse

The joys tomorrow could hold

Turn north, oh weary soul