Classic Poem

When the frost is on the heather
And the skies are dark and grim,
And the bleak and wintry weather
Makes the light of Heaven dim,
None the less my soul rejoices,
For I have a little way
Of reserving bits of sunshine
For the dull and dreary day—
Little bits of sunny hours,
Little rifts of golden light;
Little hints of summer flowers
Will illumine any night.
Tiny bits of playful fun-beams
Will light up your weary way,
If you'll only save your sun-beams
For the dull and dreary day!

When the cares of life befall me,
And the clouds above hang low,
There is nothing to appall me
As along my way I go.
Every trouble, every sorrow,
Like the sea-mists fades away
When you've saved your bits of sunshine
For the dull and dreary day—
Little glints of gleaming treasure,
Little hints of mellow sheen;
Matters not how small the measure—
Hold the spirit fresh and green.
Little rays like elfin-spun-beams
Full of frolic and of play,
Come to him who saves his sun-beams
For the dull and dreary day!