THE SUN STILL SHINES
Though we on earth may curse the mist,
Though sun-obscuring clouds persist,
Our star shines brightly, as before,
And tides, unhindered, lap the shore.
Behind the fogs that dim our sight,
The seasons follow, day and night
Continue in their endless round,
And reasons to rejoice abound.
Why then should we, as reasoned souls,
Not follow our predestined roles,
Wait for a faint and flickering ray
To give us hope of dawning day?
If knaves betray, and fools despair,
Look up--beyond that gray and thickened air
Exists such brilliant atmosphere
As to extinguish nameless fear.
1-7-22
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