Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night.
It is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.
No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!