“Bimeby”

                                                               I

Suppose the sky IS dark at dawn,

An' clouds hang gray an' low;

Suppose the thrush DON'T sing at morn,

Because there is no glow?

Bimeby the clouds will break away,
The sun will have his fling;

Bimeby 'twill be a pleasant day,

An' then the thrush will SING!

                                                              II

Suppose the winter days are long,

An' Natur's gone to sleep;

Suppose the bitin' winds ARE strong,

With snow-drifts col' an' deep?

Bimeby the days will lengthen out,

An' snow will turn to rain;

The bluebird he will be about,

An' spring will come again!

                                                           III

Suppose the world IS dull an' drear,

The burden heavy, too;

Suppose all things seem out of gear,

An' ^you are feelin' blue?

Bimeby the crooked paths will straight,

An' God will ease the strain;

Bimeby you'll cease to rail at fate,

An' you will SING again!

Christian Endeavor World, Jan. 14, 1915