A BIT of sunshine and a bit of shadow,
And each succeeds the other on the screen.
They chase each other over hill and meadow,
Alternate triumph through each act and scene.
The smile and tear has each in turn its season,
The right and wrong their coronation day,
And foolishness contends for place with reason
--such is a play.
A bit of gladness and a bit of sighing,
A warm sun’s beaming and the cloudland’s chill
Each comes and goes the while the day is dying
From western hill to farther western hill.
So runs the tale as passing years grow hoary;
So will it be forever and for aye.
A bit of sorrow and a touch of glory
--such is a day.