.....GLADNESS....

The world has brought not anything

To make me glad to-day!


The swallow had a broken wing,


And after all my journeying


There was no water in the spring--


My friend has said me nay.


But yet somehow I needs must sing


As on a luckier day.






Dusk fails as gray as any tear,


There is no hope in sight!


But something in me seems so fair,


That like a star I needs must wear


A safety made of shining air


Between me and the night.


Such inner weavings do I wear


All fashioned of delight!

I need not for these robes of mine


The loveliness of earth,


But happenings remote and fine


Like threads of dreams will blow and shine


In gossamer and crystalline,


And I was glad from birth.


So even while my eyes repine,


My heart is clothed in mirth