Good-bye to the shadows!
Good-bye to the night!
We'll walk in the sunshine
And laugh in the light;
And the roses and lilies of God's holy love
With their garlands shall crown us for mansions above!
The hewers of wood and the drawers of water do but little of the real work of the world. The horse, the ox, the insensate thing of steam and steel, does quite as much and more. But the men who dream,—who put something of brain and heart and soul into the clods and fashion them into things of beauty for mankind,—these lift the burdens off the shoulders of the race and plant a song upon the lips of toil!
"Say [Good-bye] to Sorrow."
Say good-bye to Sorrow,
And her ways of night;
Song for you will borrow
Every sweet delight.
Say good-bye to Sorrow,—
Put the rogue to flight;
Pleasures come tomorrow
With the blossoms bright.
Say good-bye to Sorrow!
When she pounds your door,
Tell her there's the highway
And to call no more!