07/11/2023
This poem that was found amongst papers of our beloved Mary McLeod Bethune.
HAPPINESS
Give happiness. What if thy heart be sad?
Dry thine own eyes to wipe another's tears.
In this good world there are so many biers
Carried by souls in blackest raiment clad.
Souls dazed by desolation and half mad,
Mourning their dead,- dead hopes, dead joys, dead years,
Blind to the star that every midnight cheers,
Deaf to the song that makes each morning glad.
Give spicy blooms where flowers never grow;
Give food where starving hearts fight fate's decree;
Give rest where tired hands and feet drag slow,
Give sight to eyes too full of tears to see;
Give music where sweet trumpets never blow:
Give happiness, and joy shall garment thee.
, 148 Years Ago Today, she was born