LIGHT IN DARKNESS.
DID we think of the light and sunshine, Of the blessings left us still, When we sit and ponder darkly And blindly o'er life's ill How should we dispel the shadows Of still and deep despair, And lessen the weight of anguish Which every heart must bear?
The clouds may rest on the present, And sorrow on days that are gone, But no night is so utterly cheerless That we may not look for the dawn; And there is no human being With so wholly dark a lot, But the heart, by turning the picture, May find some sunny spot:
For, as in the days of winter, When the snowdrifts whiten the hill, Some birds in the air will flutter, And warble to cheer us still; So, if we would hark to the music, Some hope with a starry wing, In the days of our darkest sorrow, Will sit in the heart and sing.