Open the shutters free and wide.
And "glorify the room";
That no dark shadows here may bide--
That there be naught of gloom.
What joy to breathe the morning air,
And see the sun again;
With living things God's love to share,
In recompense for pain.
--Henry Coyle.
For all the evils under the sun
There is some remedy or none;
If there is one be sure to find it;
If there is none, why, never mind it.