THE DARK AND THE DAWN.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”—Ps. xxx, 5.
To-night there are tears,
To-night there are fears,
To-night there is sighing and sorrow,
My tears shall be dried,
My fears shall subside,
’Twill be singing—not sighing—to-morrow!
So this is my song,
As I travel along!