Life's sunniest hours are not without
The shadow of some lingering doubt —
Amid its brightest joys will steal
Spectres of evil yet to feel —
Its warmest love is blent with fears,
Its confidence a trembling one —
Its smile the harbinger of tears —
Its hope — the change of April's sun!
A weary lot — in mercy given,
To fit the chastened soul for heaven.

Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)