The News had then
Come by that day,
That there was cause
To sing
And sing, we did,
The Song of Life,
Like winter’s turn
To spring
The Song did never
Change a rhyme;
Its melody's still
The same…
And, daily, I will
Hear its tune,
Again, and
Then, proclaim
---
Because those things
Of cause to sing
Are News for
Every day
Like morning’s dawn,
When light returns,
And drives the
Clouds away
I sing Today
Of hope Tomorrow,
And joy for
Yesterday…
Though most of my
Old memories fade,
This Song is here
To stay
.
