Clouds.And the sun disappears from our sight; And the day, tho a moment before All sunshine, is shrouded in night. So sickness and sorrow close down On the sunbeamy days of our life, And we lie in the night of God's frown And pray for relief from our strife. Grief's shades are as real as those shrouds That darken the world with their forms. Oh were they as light as the clouds, Our lives might know fewer soul storms. But the future will roll all away. Take cheer lonely heart the deep gloom Will break forth and effulgence of May Smile over thy beauty and bloom. __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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