THE clouds all round the sky are black, As it never would shine again; But I'll sling my wallet over my back, And trudge in spite of the rain! And if there rise no star to guide My feet when day is gone, I'll shift my wallet the other side, And trudge right on and on. For this of a truth I always note, And shape my course thereby, That Nature has never an overcoat To keep her furrows dry. And how should the hills be clothed with grain, The vales with flowers be crowned, But for the chain of the silver rain That draws them out of the ground! So I will trudge with heart elate, And feet with courage shod, For that which men call chance and fate Is the handiwork of God. There's time for the night as well as the morn, For the dark as the shining sky; The grain of the corn and the flower unborn Have rights as well as I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |