The Gift to Sing + 

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, + 

And blackening clouds about me cling; + 

But, oh, I have a magic way + 

To turn the gloom to cheerful day⁠— + 

I softly sing. + 

And if the way grows darker still, + 

Shadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing, + 

With glad defiance in my throat, + 

I pierce the darkness with a note, + 

And sing, and sing. + 

I brood not over the broken past, + 

Nor dread whatever time may bring; + 

No nights are dark, no days are long, + 

While in my heart there swells a song, + 

And I can sing. + 