Classic Poem

A silvery tide, called " Sunny Side,"
Goes creeping around the earth,
And never a place but wins a grace
In the jubilant flood of mirth,
From the dancing gleam on the fretted stream
To the dimple on baby's cheek,
That in and out, to his merry shout,
Twinkles a hide-and-seek.

Wherever it goes, the darkness glows
And men and women sing;
It fills their eyes with a glad surprise,
And stays their sorrowing;
The heart is a-tune, the world is June,
Nothing is old or gray,
As it passes along with the swell of a song,
Like a musical break of day.

Spirit of Love, in the blue above
Who makest the sun to flame,
Who guidest the flight of the planet bright,
And callest the stars by name,
It is thou dost hide in the " Sunny Side,"
And creepest from heart to heart!
And, soul or clod, we share the God,
Who comes, — and the shadows part!