With the gloom of his dull repining,
The one with a song comes smiling past,
And, lo! the sun is shining.
A noble manhood, nobly consecrated to man, never dies.—William McKinley.
The cloud-maker tells us the world is wrong,
And is bound in an evil fetter,
But the blue-sky man comes bringing a song
Of hope that shall make it better.
And the toilers, hearing his voice, behold
The sign of a glad to-morrow,