Perish, 'mid our vain regrets, Thou hast often God forgot, -Isaac Ogden Rankin. THERE is no day so dark, But through the murk some ray of hope may steal, Some blessed touch from heaven, that we may feel If we but choose to mark. We shut the portals fast And turn the key, and let no sunshine in ; THERE Celia Thaxter. HERE is always the sunshine, only we must do our part, we must move into it. Clara Louise Burnham. “WHATEVER the weather may be,” says he, "Whatever the weather may be, It's the songs ye sing, and the smiles ye wear, UPON the sadness of the sea The sunset broods regretfully; So out of life the splendor dies; And up the east another day Shall chase the bitter dark away; What though our eyes with tears are wet? The sunrise never failed us yet. The blush of dawn may yet restore Our light, and hope, and joy once more; That sunrise never failed us yet. |