H e nry V a n Dyk e
If all the skies w e r e s un s h i n e ,
Our fa c es wou l d b e fai n t
T o feel onc e mor e upon the m
The coo li ng s p las h o f r ai n.
If all the wor l d w e r e mu si c,
Our h ea r t s wou l d o fte n l ong
F or on e s w eet str ai n o f sile nc e ,
T o br ea k the e nd less s ong.
If life w e r e al w a y s m e rry,
Our s ou ls wou l d see k r elief,
A nd r est f rom w ea ry la ug hte r
I n the qu iet a rms o f gr ief .