Cheer Up
CHEER up, cheer up, my own fair one!
Let gladness take the place of sorrow;
Clouds shall not longer hide the sun,—
There is, there is a brighter morrow!
’T is coming fast. I see its dawn.
See! look you, how it gilds the mountain!
We soon shall mark its happy morn,
Sending its light o’er stream and fountain.
My bird sings with a clearer note;
He seems to know our hopes are brighter,
And almost tires his little throat
To let us know his heart beats lighter.
I wonder if he knows how dark
The clouds were when they gathered o’er us!
No matter,—gayly as a lark
He sings that bright paths are before us.
So cheer thee up, my brightest, best!
For clear’s the sky, and fair’s the weather.
Since hand in hand we’ve past the test,
Hence heart in heart we’ll love together.