No beauty of Nature, either of heart or flower or fruit, was ever grown without the lavish use of sunshine for its development.
Joy is Here.
What to us is Trouble?
Joy is here today;
Care is but a bubble
Bursting with the May.
Onward we are drifting;
What if skies are gray?
All the clouds are lifting,—
Joy is here today!
Harbors over yonder;
Billows die away;
There we all shall anchor,—
Joy for aye and aye!
Something Left.
There's joy in Oklahoma!
Let's go it good and strong;
There's sunshine on the prairies,
The land is glad with song;
What though the cotton tumbled,—
What if the wheat was short?
We've corn for hog and hominy
Of every blessed sort!