Good Morning,—Good Night!
As life with its glories
Crowds close in the light,
Tell pleasure good-morning
And sorrow good-night.
No matter what fortune
Comes down in swift flight,
Tell pleasure good-morning
And sorrow good-night.
Walk still in the sunshine,
Where blossoms bloom bright;
Tell pleasure good-morning
And sorrow good-night.
And out through the orchards
Where mirth rules in might,
Tell pleasure good-morning
And sorrow good-night!
It is always easy to find plenty of weeds in the garden of life, if you are looking for weeds; but then even the weeds have blossoms of love upon them!