Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
|SUNSHINE AFTER CLOUD.|
COME, "Will," let's be good friends again,
Our wrongs let's be forgetting,
For words bring only useless pain,
So wherefore then be fretting.
Let's lay aside imagined wrongs,
And ne'er give way to grieving,
Life should be filled with joyous songs,
No time left for deceiving.
I'll try and not give way to wrath,
Nor be so often crying;
There must some thorns be in our path,
Let's move them now by trying.
How, like a foolish pair were we,
To fume about a letter;
Time is so precious, you and me;
Must spend ours doing better.