Clouds Will Pass Away

Feel not so bad my dear young friend,

     Cheer up a bit I pray;

Your wound seems deep, to deep to mend,

But by and by your grief will end

     And clouds will pass away.

The thought of long and dismal years

     Is filling you to-day,

And blights your hopes with doubts and fears,

And bursts a fount of precious tears,

     Which naught can seem to stay.

But friend, companion, know you not

     Your sorrow of to-day,

In years to come will be forgot,

All changed then will be your lot,

     And clouds will pass away?

Ah! glad to see you, comrade dear,

     You’re looking cheer to-day;

The azure sky is bright and clear;

I miss the gloom of bygone year,

     And clouds have passed away.

May 13, ‘92

Pub. in

 New Era,

   Deep River,

     Conn.

Dec. 2, ‘92