When clouds are black, and rain has long been chilling,
The sudden sun will ofttimes struggle through,
Anon with splendor all the prospect filling,
From jeweled trees to skies of deepest blue.

When lives are dark, and hope has ceased beguiling,
Some unexpected gleam may glad the sight,
And after years, in fortune's perfect smiling,
Be filled with naught save honor, love and light.