Poetry. There's Blue Sky Overhead.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 2018, 13 June 1885, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry. There's Blue Sky Overhead.

Bv Joii:mi\E Pomarij.

Tho earth ia dark and drear, There arc perib in the ; A thousand little trials To encounter every day; But though full of gray and gloom The path our feet may tread, Look up, traveller, There's blue sky overhead 1 We journey to the right, And we journey to the left, And strive to find the treasures Of which we are bereft; When hope has ceased to smile, And the heart is filled with dread, Look up, traveller, There's blue sky overhead! The shadows dark may lie All around us like a pall; And on sad and sombre scenes May our level glances fall; But above the things of earth Is Love's azure curtain spread Look up, traveller, There's blue sky overhead! The summer days ga by, With sweet memories in their train, The autumn days draw nigh, And the earth is drenchsd with rain; Bur. when dear delights an past, And the joys of life seem fled, Look up, traveller, There's blue sky overhead I Though underfoot the thorns And briars may abound, Though death and desolation Encompass us around, Though all the springs run dry That once our pleasures fed, Look up, traveller, There's blue sky overhead!