Swift run the hours on to days
And days to years—
And each and every one is filled
With smiles or tears.
Sometimes the skies are over-cast
The live-long Day—
But when the sun shall smile again
Why, who can say!
Swift run the hours on to days
And days to years—
And each and every one is filled
With smiles or tears.
Sometimes the skies are over-cast
The live-long Day—
But when the sun shall smile again
Why, who can say!