A Morning Prayer
Father, who hast made the mountains,
Who hast formed each tiny flower,
Who hast filled the crystal fountains,
Who hast sent us sun and shower:
Hear they children's morning prayer,
Asking for They guardian care;
Keep and guide us all the day,
Lead us safely all the way.
--Frances Ridley Havergal
When a bit of sunshine hits ye,
After passin' of a cloud;
When a fit of laughter gits ye,
An' yer spine is feeling proud;
Don't fergit ter up an' fling it
At a soul that's feeling blue,
For the minit that ye sling it
It's a boomerang to you.
Look on the bright side every time,
Don't waste your days repining;
When any cloud looks dark and dull,
Turn out the silver lining.
Be wise! Be cheerful, bright and glad!
Leave to the fool his folly,
And let your motto be: "Cheer up!"
Your rule of life, "Be jolly."
Drop a word of cheer and kindness---
Just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half a hundred ripples
Circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort
On each splashing, dashing wave,
Till you wouldn't guess the volume
Of the one kind word you gave.