A little hour of sunshine, A little while of joy, We winnow in our harvesting From all the world's alloy. None, none, are so benighted, Who journey up life's hill, But have some treasured memory, Which lives all vibrant still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND |