In winter time he's happy
"When he's pelted by the snows,
In summer time he's singing
If he gathers one sweet rose,
And earth seems ever better
For the happy way he goes.
If dark the tempest's frowning,
And no stars are in the night,
He thanks God for a shelter,
And sleeps and dreams of light,
And somehow, earth is brighter
For he ever makes it bright.
And so, in joy and sorrow,
He walks his earthly way,
And thanks God for to-morrow,
And does His will to-day,
And somehow, earth is brighter
For that lesson—love—obey!
Atlanta Constitution.
