SUNNY SPOTS.
What though we wander in a maze,
Bestrewed with many a thorn;
What though across the stream of Time
Our bark be rudely borne?
What though we number weary hours,
When life appears a blot?
Still may we find to cheer our hearts
There's many a sunny spot.
Bestrewed with many a thorn;
What though across the stream of Time
Our bark be rudely borne?
What though we number weary hours,
When life appears a blot?
Still may we find to cheer our hearts
There's many a sunny spot.
Though on the present, with its cares,
No light is seen to fall;
And o'er the page of future years
Despair has spread her pall;
Yet, early days of childhood's mirth,
What heart remembers not?
When Hope's bright dreams made all so fair,
Earth seemed one sunny spot!
No light is seen to fall;
And o'er the page of future years
Despair has spread her pall;
Yet, early days of childhood's mirth,
What heart remembers not?
When Hope's bright dreams made all so fair,
Earth seemed one sunny spot!
The heedless foot may press the flowers,
And odors from them bring;
Thus oft in sorrow's deepest night
Faith's sweetest blossoms spring.
And odors from them bring;
Thus oft in sorrow's deepest night
Faith's sweetest blossoms spring.
