Bands Of Dark And Bands Of Light Lie Athwart The Homeward Way; Now We Cross A Belt Of Night, Now A Strip Of Shining Day! Now It Is A Month Of June, Now December'S Shivering Hour; Now Rides High Loved Memories' Moon, Now The Dark Is Dense With Power! Summers, Winters, Days, And Nights, Moons, And Clouds, They Come And Go; Joys And Sorrows, Pains, Delights, Hope And Fear, And Yes And No. All Is Well: Come, Girls And Boys, Not A Weary Mile Is Vain! Hark--Dim Laughter'S Radiant Noise! See The Windows Through The Rain!