Cheerfulness by Anna R. Henderson

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 6, 1907

Cheerfulness

By Anna R. Henderson

As bright as are sun-rays through cloud-rifts, As welcome as flowers in May, As fair as a clear, golden sunset At the close of a dark, rainy day, Unto hearts that are fainting and weary, Unto feet that are slow in life's race, Are the words of a glad, cheerful spirit, Or the smiles of a bright, cheerful face.

Then speak not the words of repining, Though oft to the lips they arise; Proclaim that the sun is still shining, When his light is not seen in our skies. To your own heart and other hearts round you, Keep singing a joyous refrain, For the sweetest of songs that e'er found you Was the bird-song you heard through the rain.

Ah, the long, dusty highway grows weary To thousands of worn, marching feet, But they change to the steps of the victor, When music comes down the long street. Fling out, then, the spirit's own music, To comfort, to lift, and to bless, And march to the jubilant measures Of the chords of Cheerfulness. — Anna R. Henderson.