DEPLORE NOT THE SHADOWS OF LIFE.
Our lives are rounded out by pain,
And though it oft doth seem
That we have more than we can bear,
Through it we catch a gleam
Of light celestial from on high;
The angels speak sweet words
Of hope, and peace, encouragement,
Their loving care engirds
Our weary, worn, and saddened hearts,
And though not understood
While here on earth, we know full well
Our lives, by God are viewed.
E’en though in life are many clouds;
There is some sunshine too;
Then store the sunshine you may have
And shadows not pursue.