But suddenly, in skies so clear and full of light,
The clouds came thick and fast, the day seemed changed to night.
Instead of paths so clear and full of things so sweet,
Rough things, and thorns, and stones seemed all about my feet,
I scarce could travel on.
I bowed my head and wondered why this change should come,
And murmured, “Lord, is this because of aught I’ve done?
Has not the past been full enough of pain and care?
Why should my path again be changed to dark from fair?”
But still I traveled on.