Salt Lake Herald | 1899-06-20 | Page 2 | With the Lark

WITH THE LARK Paul Laurence DunbarJ Night is for sorrow and dawn Is for joy Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy Darkness for sighing and daylight for song Cheery and chaste the strain heartfelt and strong i All the night through though I moan In the dark I wake in the morning to sing with the lark Deep in the midnight tho rain whips the leaves Softly and sadly the woodspirit grieves But when the first hue of dawn tints tho sky I shall shake out my wings like the birds and be dry And though like the raindrops I grieved through the dark I shall wako in the morning to sing with the lark On the high hills of heaven some morning morn-ing to be Where the rain shall not grieve through the leaves of the tree Then my heart will bo glad for the pain I have known For my hand will be clasped In the hand of mine own And though life has been hard and deaths pathway been dark I shall wake In the morning to sing with the lark