Poems (Angier)/Sunny Spots
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.
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!
The heedless foot may press the flowers, And odors from them bring;Thus oft in sorrow's deepest night Faith's sweetest blossoms spring. If thou hast dried the widow's tear, Pitied the orphan's lot,Then thou hast felt, amid the gloom, There was a sunny spot.
If to the humble couch of pain Aid thou hast kindly brought;And poured upon a wounded heart The balm it vainly sought;If thou in prayer hast meekly bent, Within thy lowly cot,Then thou hast in life's desert proved Thyself a sunny spot.
Then, what though down the stream of Time Thy bark be rudely driven?The Pilot's hand is ever near, To guide thee safe to heaven.Earth's weary children then shall find, When every care forgot,They calmly rest, secure from fears, The grave a sunny spot.