Be a golden sunbeam, radiant and bright,
Chasing from life’s pathway sorrow’s frowning night;
With thy golden sunlight dry the dewy tear,
Scatter from the sad heart all its doubt and fear.
Be a golden sunbeam, beautiful and bright,
Scattering clouds of darkness with thy shining light:
Be a golden sunbeam, joyfully and glad,
Scattering rays of sunlight when the way is sad.
When the way is gloomy, cheer it with a song;
Banish mist and shadow as you march along;
In the place of briars, strew the fairest flow’rs,
Wreathing brows with roses plucked from heav’nly bowers.
Be a golden sunbeam, bright, and pure, and fair;
With thy smiles and sonnets lighten human care;
With the sweetest music from the harp of love,
Lure the sad and weary to our home above.