A Poem

A Little Song Of Life

Glad that I live am I;

That the sky is blue;

Glad for the country lanes,

And the fall of dew.



After the sun the rain;

After the rain the sun;

This is the way of life.

Till the work be done

    

   All that we need to do,

    Be we low or high,

      Is to see that we grow

  Nearer the sky.

Lizette Woodworth Reese