Poems (Howard)/A Song
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A Song.
I've been so happy all day long! As though some new, delightful song Were in my heart, and thrilled it where Before were sorrow, pain, and care.
The world is brighter—every thought With love and thankfulness is fraught; 'Mid daily toil or evening rest, At every hour, my soul is blest.
And each succeeding moment brings The light of gladness on its wings: While, seemingly, there hovers near An angel-form, my heart to cheer.
Footsteps, accustomed long to roam, Have found, at last, their wished-for home; And in contentment, tread the way From which they may not, dare not stray.
O, may my life be e'er imbued With joy that comes from doing good: And in thine all-embracing care Keep me, my Father, is my prayer!