The Poetry Corner

Bright Thoughts For A Dark Day

By Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule)

Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? - Will the sunshine come ever again? - Will the clouds, that are weeping in sorrow, Their glorious beauty regain? Will the forest stand forth in its greenness? - The meadows smile sweet as before? - And the sky, in its placid sereneness, Bend lovingly o'er us once more? Will the birds sing again as we heard them, Ere the tempest their gentle notes hushed? - Will the breeze float again in its freedom, Where lately its melody gushed? Will the beautiful angel of sunset Drape the heavens in crimson and gold, As the day-king serenely retireth, 'Mid grandeur and glory untold? Yea; the clouds will be lifted to-morrow, From valley, and hill-top, and plain; And sunshine, and gladness, and beauty Will visit the landscape again; - The forest, the field, and the river Will bask in the joy-giving ray; And the angel of sunset, as ever, Will smile o'er the farewell of day. For the longest day hastes to its ending, - The darkest night speeds to the day; - O'er thickest clouds, ever, the sunbeam Shines on with unfaltering ray; - Though thou walk amid shadows, thy Father Makes His word and his promises thine; And, whatever the storms that may gather, At length thro' the gloom He will shine!