Human Sunshine

How fair and bright is the morning lightAfter the night’s deep gloom,When the sunshine streams with golden beamsOn the roses in their bloom.But he who sheds wherever he treadsLove’s light o’er friends and foes,Gives life more power for the trying hourThan sunshine gives the rose.Ah, vanish fears when love appearsAnd kisses faint hope to life,Gives strength for the right and nerve to fightIn a seemingly hopeless strife.With glowing ray love illumines the wayTo victory’s goal at last,And in her light we forget the nightAnd the sorrowful hours fly past.And we who are left, of a friend bereft,Through all these changing years,Though our eyes grow dim when we think of him,May mingle our smiles with tears.For pure and good, in his young manhood,His faith was clear and high.He has found sweet rest, across his breast,The cross of Sigma Chi.