SUNSHINE.
The sunshine makes the flowers grow, They cannot thrive in shade; If naught but darkness did they know Their brightness soon would fade.
Our lives require the sunlight’s glow, They cannot thrive in gloom; If naught but darkness did thy know Bright hopes would never bloom.
The sunny smiles that make life bright And bless the passing hours, Will do for souls that need the light What sunshine does for flowers.
“WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT?”
Will it matter, by and by, When he calls us each by name, Whether you, or whether I, Win earth’s honor and earth’s fame?
Onward, in the rush of life, For the prizes of the race, Shall we mingle in the strife Crowding others out of place?
Shall we seek Ambition’s goal, Where the earthly treasures stay, Passing by some helpless soul Who has lost the Heavenly way?