The clouds may endure for a while
Bringing forth their dismal rain;
But then the rainbow appears--
The beauty comes after the pain.
The darkness may come in the evening
With all the terrors of the night,
But then cometh the morning,
Bringing with it the light.
Weeping may endure for the night,
And sorrow may continue for long,
But joy cometh in the morning
Afer the sting is gone.
Joy alone can come from suffering
And courage is born of fear,
Though your path be strewn with evils,
Remember--the light is near.