Morning Always Comes
Grace MacGowan Cooke
There has never been a night so long and dark and fearsome but at last it came to an end. A smiling, laughing sun is for ever creeping up to the ridge of some hill to bid a hopeful good morning to a weary-from-watching world.
The surest thing in the world is sun-shine. It rolls away the darkness, dissipates the fog, and makes crystals of joy shine in the melting tears of night.
Morning always comes. That is a good thought for any time, but it is a particularly consoling thought when your heart is heavy, and you imagine that you are carrying more than your share of the burdens of life. If we would only be as sure of the other things in life as we are of the return of the sunshine, it would make it much easier, especially for those whose faith in the goodness of things is not sufficiently strong to enable them to smile.
Morning always comes. Don’t be down-hearted. Set your alarum, and get up and greet it with a smile.
Grace MacGowan Cooke’s Morning Always Comes “The Girl’s Own Annual” p. 29
- The book is signed: To Eva From Father & Mother 1918
(Eva was known as Nanny, our father’s mother)
I grabbed an old looking book for a picture to use in a story. Out of curiosity I started flipping through the pages and came across Grace MacGowan Cooke’s Morning Always Comes. A needed reminder for these times.
Grace MacGowan Cooke was born Sept. 11 1863. She and her sister Alice MacGowan collaborated on numerous books and short stories. Although this poem was published more than 100 years ago I consider it the property of the MacGowan Cooke’s family.