Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? —
Will the sunshine come ever again? —
Will the clouds, that are weeping in sorrow,
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?
Yes 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!
Pamelia Sarah Yule (1826 - 1897) Canada
Source: Poems of the Heart and Home by Mrs. J. C. Yule (Pamela S. Vining), Bengough, Moore & Co., 1881
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