A scowling sky, a gloomy day,
A day quite like a sullen boy
But tell the rest:
My sun is bright, my hours are gay:
My sun is cheerfulness; and joy
Is in my breast.
Monotony and sameness brood ;
There's naught to prompt a laugh or smile;
But none the less,
A something stirs my happy mood,
And keeps me smiling all the while;
Today unpleasant things I find,
Unpleasant duties and evente;
Yet 'tis a day
Made pleasant by a cheerful mind,
And work is play.
In cheerfulness lie magic powers
That mix sweet pleasures with our pain,
And smiles with tears;
That brighten up our darkest hours
And mingle sunshine with the rain,
And hopes with fears.
__John Edward Everett.
Quillings in Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center, Kansas: ___. 1912)