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Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, / And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way / To turn the gloom to cheerful day --
I softly sing.
And if the way grows darker still, / Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing, / With glad defiance in my throat, / I pierce the darkness with a note, / And sing, and sing.
I brood not over the broken past, / Nor dread whatever time may bring;
No nights are dark, no days are long, / While in my heart there swells a song, / And I can sing.