Each happy thought may be followed by sorrow,
It can steal away your smiles for to-morrow.
The hours we are happy to our lives means a goal,
Value happy thoughts for we are fast growing old,
Walk a narrow path and from happiness borrow,
For happiness could change in the next hour
Then sorrow, like rainfall, could pour in showers.
THE SHAWL OF SIN
Oh! sinful shawl
That holds me tight,
Were you off my shoulders
I’d be straight from this night.
My sorrow’s too great
To e’er be told.
I being so weak
And easy to infold.
You have taken my strength
And let me fall.
May this be a lesson
To us one and all.
NATURE
When the sun goes down in the Golden West,
Night blankets all nature at rest.
Far in the east, creeps up the silvery moon,
The night birds then begin to spoon.
A heart that is a dangerous one
Is a heart that cannot hold a secret.
Fate rules, time brings about
All of God’s blessing that’s in store for us.
A restful night makes bright the morn,
This leads on to endless joy
Making life worth while.