If I Were a Sunbeam
“If I were a sunbeam,
I know what I’d do;
I would seek white lilies,
Roaming woodlands through.
I would steal among them,
Softest light I’d shed,
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head.
“If I were a sunbeam,
I know where I’d go;
Into lowly hovels,
Dark with want and woe:
Till sad hearts looked upward,
I would shine and shine;
Then they’d think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.”
Are you not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner brightness
Sunshine never had?
Oh, as God has blessed you,
Scatter light divine!
For there is no sunbeam
But must die or shine.
by Alice Cary
Alice Cary was born on 26 April 1820 in Mount Healthy, Ohio, United States of America. She was an older sister of the poet Phoebe Cary (1824 - 1871). Alice Cary became a writer and a poet. She passed on at 50 years of age on 12 February 1871 in New York City, New York, United States of America.
“If I were a sunbeam,
I know what I’d do;
I would seek white lilies,
Roaming woodlands through.
I would steal among them,
Softest light I’d shed,
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head.
“If I were a sunbeam,
I know where I’d go;
Into lowly hovels,
Dark with want and woe:
Till sad hearts looked upward,
I would shine and shine;
Then they’d think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.”
Are you not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner brightness
Sunshine never had?
Oh, as God has blessed you,
Scatter light divine!
For there is no sunbeam
But must die or shine.
by Alice Cary
Alice Cary was born on 26 April 1820 in Mount Healthy, Ohio, United States of America. She was an older sister of the poet Phoebe Cary (1824 - 1871). Alice Cary became a writer and a poet. She passed on at 50 years of age on 12 February 1871 in New York City, New York, United States of America.
