When shadows fall, and earth is gray, Life seems less grand, the heart less gay; The things that vexed in morning light, Have grown to sorrows in the night.
When morning dawns, and earth is bright, Life seems so grand, the heart so gay, That Sorrows, nursed all thro’ the night, Wakened by Wisdom, fly away.
WITHIN THE GATES.
Live not for self, But live for God; Expect on earth No great reward.
When life is o’er, Thy Self shall stand Within the gates Of Promised Land.
OVER-SIGHT.
Earth is not filled with sunshine bright— The rain-drops sometimes fall; And buds that might have seen the light May blight at tempest’s call.
Life is not filled with sunshine bright— The tear-drops sometimes fall; And hopes that might have seen the light May blight at sorrow’s call.