There's never a day 6o sunny, But a little oloud appears, There's never a lifc 80 happy But has its time of f":8; Yet the sun shines out bnghi er Whenever the tempest elears. There's never a garden growing With roses in every plot ; There's never a heart f o bardened But it has one tender spot ; We have only to prime the border To find the for-get-me-not. The re's never a sun that rises But we know 'twill set at night; The tints that gleam in the mormug At eventóg ure just as bnglit. And the liour that is the sweetest Is between the dark and Iight. - There's never a dream so happy But the waking makes us sad, There's never a dream of sorrow But the waking makes us glad ; We ehall look soine day with wonder t the troubles we have had.