Clouds And Sunshine

THERE'S never a day so sunny 

But a little cloud appears; 

There's never a life so happy

But has had its time of tears; 

Yet the sun shines out the brighter 

When the stormy tempest clears.

There's never a way so narrow 

But the entrance is made straight;

There's always a guide to point us 

To the "little wicket-gate;"

And the angels will be nearer 

To a soul that's desolate.