Glad that I live am I;
that the sky is blue;
glad for the country lanes,
and the fall of dew.

After the sun, the rain,
after the rain, the sun;
this is the way of life,
till the work be done.

Lizette W Reese

STORM AND TEMPEST rocked yesterday’s glory, and it was fiercely cold, so this morning’s birdsong and the illuminated oak in the vicarage garden are all the more welcome, and I can “hear” assembly at my primary school, 45 years ago, belting out “Glad that I live am I” …