Chapter 21
The Happy Time by Michael Earls Read for LibriVox.org by Nemo The Happy Time Two gloomy scenes may be, or count you three, A building hope all crushed at morn, A bridle day in clouds of rain, A night that keeps a mother's pain
For tidings of a child forlorn. Of happy times count more, Admit these four, A flower of promise rich with day, A sun with victories that wear, A halo on his mother's way, And friends whose hearts ring like a chime Across the world at Christmas time.
