THERE was never a day so sad and long
But it wore at length to evensong;
⁠There was never a life so full of grief,
⁠But death came at last to its relief.

There was never a soul so wholly sad,
But it found some moment to be glad;
⁠There was never a heart so full of care,
⁠But it had one hope to cheat despair.

There was never a winter, dark and drear,
But it changed to Spring in the early year;
⁠There was never a Summer,—well-a-day!
⁠But it sloped through Autumn to decay.