Joy Cometh in the Morning.
By Lilla D. Avery
I know there is pain in the weary night, And we're filled with a sad unrest; But oh! there is joy when the morning light, In glorious splendor and beauty bright, We see in the brilliant east. Our sad hearts long for the sunny day, When the troubles of life shall cease, When the murky shadows shall flee away, And the hopes we've cherished no more decay— In the reign of eternal peace. I know there is grief in the night of pain; There are sorrows and bitter tears. Our bark is tossed on the billowy main— But the gloomy shadows begin to wane, For the glorious day appears. I know we are sad when the chilling hand Of the angel of Death is laid On the cherished forms of the household band; And we long and sigh for the better land, Where the flowers shall never fade. I know there is peace in the “by and by,” When the saints shall be gathered home. We shall lift our eyes to the sunny sky, And shout for joy as the shadows fly, And the glorious day shall come. LILLA D. AVERY. Locke, Ing. Co., Mich., Feb. 5, 1877.