The day has been vague, and the sky has been bleak,|
Affairs have gone backward the whole day long;
My friends as I meet them will scarcely speak,
And vainly the things I have lost I seek.
I am weary and sad -- and the world is wrong.
The morrow has come, and the sky has grown clear,
The world appears righted, and rings with song;
My friends as I meet them have words of cheer,
The things that I thought I had lost reappear,
And the work pushes forward the whole day long.
As the strings of a harp, standing side by side,
Are the days of sadness and days of song;
The sunshine and shadow are ever allied,
But the shadows will fade, and the sunshine bide,
Though to-day may be dim, and the world go wrong.