That Day

Some cheering, I needed,
A day ago.
For my smile had faded,
And my spirits low.

I hung my head,
And my voice cried.
Give me a corner,
In which to hide.

There was no sun,
No warming ray.
And every cloud,
Was tinged with grey.

Limp was my strength,
Wan was my power.
The test of my hope,
Was in the hour.

Then like a beam,
A thought came to me.
A robin was singing,
In the apple-tree.


E.P. 1908 - 1989