Bright Thoughts For A Dark Day

Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? -
    Will the sunshine come ever again? -
Will the clouds, that are weeping in sorrow,
    Their glorious beauty regain?
Will the forest stand forth in its greenness? -
    The meadows smile sweet as before? -
And the sky, in its placid sereneness,
    Bend lovingly o'er us once more?

Will the birds sing again as we heard them,
    Ere the tempest their gentle notes hushed? -
Will the breeze float again in its freedom,
    Where lately its melody gushed?
Will the beautiful angel of sunset
    Drape the heavens in crimson and gold,
As the day-king serenely retireth,
    'Mid grandeur and glory untold?

Yea; the clouds will be lifted to-morrow,
    From valley, and hill-top, and plain;
And sunshine, and gladness, and beauty
    Will visit the landscape again; -
The forest, the field, and the river
    Will bask in the joy-giving ray;
And the angel of sunset, as ever,
    Will smile o'er the farewell of day.

For the longest day hastes to its ending, -
    The darkest night speeds to the day; -
O'er thickest clouds, ever, the sunbeam
    Shines on with unfaltering ray; -
Though thou walk amid shadows, thy Father
    Makes His word and his promises thine;
And, whatever the storms that may gather,
    At length thro' the gloom He will shine!

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

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Dark was the world when from the bowers
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Beyond The Shadows.

Thou hast entered the land without shadows,
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And Earth with its gloom was forgotten,
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    Nor the welcoming melodies hear,
That, from bowers of beauty Elysian,
    Float tenderly sweet to thine ear;
Round us, lie Earth's desolate midnight,
    Her winter-plains bare and untrod, -
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I Will Not Despair.

I will not despair while thou rulest the storm,
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Dark and yet darker my day's clouded o'er;
Are its bright joys all fled, and its sunshine no more?
I look to the skies for the bright bow in vain,
For constantly "clouds return after the rain."

Must it always be thus, peace banished forever,
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How beauteous all, how calm, how still!
Yon star that trembles on the hill,
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Her beamy horns upon the sky,
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        In solemn beauty lies; -
And, like sweet Friendship in affliction's hour,
Grow brighter still the more the shadows lower.

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