Ah ! life is like the street to-day :

One side is dark, the other bright,
And of the road that points that way

One half is wrong, the other right
Be wise, my boy, and e'er abide
Upon the golden sunny side.

Remember, 'tis your fault if you

Are blighted with remorse and care ;

You choose the shade yourself and yet
The sunny side was always there.

Your Savior stands where death has died

And beckons from the sunny side.