ONCE in a while the skies seem blue, The way grows pleasant for a mile; Fair blossoms spring where no flowers grew — Once in a while. We leave the road and mount the stile, And hear the throstles anew — An anthem in a vaulted aisle. Grief loses somewhat of its hue, Tired, tear-worn eyes look up and smile, When God's sweet sunshine stealeth through, Once in a while. |