Sunshine

 

Arise and shine! The gold light
     Fair morning makes for thee —
A tender and untold light,
     Like music on the sea.
Light and music shining
     In melodious glory,
A rare and radiant shining
     On thy changing story.

To-day the golden sunlight
     Is full and broad and strong.
The glory of the One Light
     Must overflow in song —
Song that floweth ever,
     Sweeter every day;
Song whose echoes never,
     Never die away.

How shall the light be clearer
     That is so bright to-day?
How shall the hope be dearer
     That pours such joyous ray?
We are only waiting
     For the answer golden;
What faith is antedating
     Shall not be withholden.

Sunshine 
Frances Ridley Havergal