A fog blew in from the sea, and gray
And lowering grew the sky. But through
The gloom a flashing song like a ray
Of light, a bird's clear song was heard.
Oh, skies are blue, are blue, he sang,
And joy is everywhere; the clouds
Will not last long. Triumphant rang
His song, through wraiths of flying mist.
And soon the sun shone forth anew
In dazzling shafts of light, and trees
And flowers rejoiced at skies more blue.
'Tis true, 'tis true, trilled the mocking bird.
Oh, sing, my heart, when the way seems drear,
When clouds of erring sense oppress;
The Father's love is ever near.
Oh, learn to trust His constant care.
