"INTO EACH LIFE SOME RAIN MUST FALL."
If this were all; O! if this were all,
That into the life some rain must fall,
There were fewer sobs in the poet's rhyme,
There were fewer wrecks on the shores of time. But tempests of wo pass over the soul,
Since winds of anguish we can not control,
And shock after shock we are called to bear
Till the lips are white with the heart's despair. The shores of time with wrecks are strewn,
Unto the ear comes ever a moan—
Wrecks of ships that set sail with glee,
Wrecks of love, sinking silently. Many are hid from the human eye;
Only God knoweth how deep they lie;
Only God heard when arose the cry;
"Help me to bear; O, help me to bear!" "Into each life some rain must fall;"
If this were all; O, if this were all!
Yet, there's refuge from storm and blast,
Gloria Patri! we'll reach it at last! Be strong, be strong, to my heart I cry,
The pearl in the wounded shell doth lie,
Days of sunshine are given to all,
Tho "into each life some rain must fall!"—Anon.