Cloudy days are many; bright days are few; we must catch each ray of sunlight as it comes. In the east clouds gather, and as they roll they hide the distant shores from our sight. The cloud that hides our future never lifts- blessed shadow! Who would wish to see one step along the way? An unseen hand will guide us safely to the other side if we take firm hold, and cast our care on Him. Better to learn than to labor, better to trust than to see.
There are few who make their life “a song,”
A silvery call to urge tired souls along
A clear bell o’er the cope
Of the steep mountain they had to climb
Which such a patience ; they have made sublime
The soul’s forlornest hope.
And when these dear ones hidden pass adown
“The other side” beyond the mountain’s crown,
The silvery tinkling vein
Of gladness comes aback to touch us so-
New courage in our sinking heart doth grow,
We urge us on again.
Credit “Your Daily Cheer” by M. Allette Ayers. Typed from the book by me, all formatting seen made to match the original, including seeming grammatical/spelling errors. Remember some words that existed in 1904 don’t anymore. 😉 I’m not sure what some of the sources are, but if you can figure it out more power to you. I’m just copying it.