p. 159 | GATHERED SUNSHINE

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · Apr 6, 1882

GATHERED SUNSHINE.

If our sunshine would not waste, Nor hang in harrowed shrouds, We'd save enough, most any day To gild to-morrow's clouds.

And even if the rain does pour Sometimes a chilling stream; If garnered well, we'd have in store For every drop a beam.

I don't know how it is there're some Can never get things right; For yesterday it was too dull, To-day it is too bright.

In spring they long for summer time, In summer, sigh for fall; And when the autumn forest glows Think winter best of all.

"It is too cold!" the birds can't sing; "Too hot!" it wilts the flowers, And something, somehow, all the time, Will cloud the sunniest hours.

If such would keep a strict account As good or ill might come, They'd always find, on footing up, The good the heaviest sum.

For every day of storm and cloud, Three sunny ones at least; And five soft, sunny, genial winds, Where one is really east.

Then bless the Lord, and cheerily Accept of nature's plan, Resolved to make the best of it, And better if we can.

And like the bee, just take the sweet Where poison might be found, And gathering honey all the year, Go scattering it around.