Four Gates

"Am I wrong to be always so happy? This world is full of grief; Yet there is laughter of sunshine, to see the crisp green in the leaf. Daylight is ringing with song birds, and brooklets are crooning by night, And why should I make a shadow where God makes all so bright? Earth may be wicked and weary, yet cannot I help being glad; There is sunshine without and within me, and how should I mope or be sad? God would not flood me with blessings, meaning me only to pine Amid all the bounties and beauties He pours upon me and mine; Therefore will I be grateful, and therefore will I rejoice; My heart is singing within me! Sing on, O heart and voice! " WALTER SMITH.

"OH, mother, isn't it delicious to be home again!"