If at dusk sad despair
Could turn to happiness
And hearts, broken beyond repair
Could be healed with kindness
Then let us rejoice but remember
the sad-truth message of life:
That time is given for calm and for strife.
The clouds above are old,
But were once very young
So shall tales of infancy be told;
Songs which about our ears were sung --
The petite dream and the drama of life
Are nothing but but visions of peace and strife.
Flowers from a book are the treasure
Of a new-born curious mind
To the adults they are a pleasure
That should not be forgotten or left behind.
Should we look both ways, we remember
That disappointments and delights of life
Are like a play performed on the stage of life.