Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, <br />And blackening clouds about me cling; <br />But, oh, I have a magic way <br />To turn the gloom to cheerful day — <br />I softly sing. <br /> <br />And if the way grows darker still, <br />Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing, <br />With glad defiance in my throat, <br />I pierce the darkness with a note, <br />And sing, and sing. <br /> <br />I brood not over the broken past, <br />Nor dread whatever time may bring; <br />No nights are dark, no days are long, <br />While in my heart there swells a song, <br />And I can sing.<br /><br />James Weldon Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gift-to-sing/
