The sunbeam and the shadow
Are met upon the screen.
Each mingles in the making
Of yonder lovely scene.
If all were only shadow,
A leaden cloud would pall.
If it were only sunshine,
’Twould be no scene at all.
In life are intermingled
The sunshine and the rain.
In each day strangely blended
Are happiness and pain.
Where’er is told life’s story,
However grave or fair,
The sunshine and the shadow
Succeed each other there.