The Burden That I Bear Would Be No Less Should I Cry Out Against It; Though I Fill The Weary Day With Sound Of My Distress, It Were My Burden Still. The Burden That I Bear May Be No More For All I Bear It Silently And Stay Sometimes To Laugh And Listen At A Door Where Joy Keeps Holiday. I Ask No More Save Only This May Be-- On Life'S Long Road, Where Many Comrades Fare, One Shall Not Guess, Though He Keep Step With Me, The Burden That I Bear.