Sometimes, when everything goes wrong:
When days are short, and nights are long;
When wash-day brings so dull a sky
That not a single thing will dry.
And when the kitchen chimney smokes,
And when there’s naught so “queer” as folks!
When friends deplore my faded youth,
And when the baby cuts a tooth.
While John, the baby last but one,
Clings round my skirts till day is done;
When fat, good-tempered Jane is glum,
And butcher’s man forgets to come.
Sometimes, I say, on days like these,
I get a sudden gleam of bliss.
“Not on some sunny day of ease,
He’ll come . . but on a day like this!”
And, in the twinkling of an eye,
These tiresome things will all go by!
And, ’tis a curious thing, but Jane
Is sure, just then, to smile again;
Or, out the truant sun will peep,
And both the babies fall asleep.
The fire burns up with roar sublime,
And butcher’s man is just in time.
And oh! My feeble faith grows strong
Sometimes, when everything goes wrong!