COMFORT
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -
Bust in business, lost your wife;
No one cares a cent about you,
You don't care a cent for life.
Hard luck has of hope bereft you,
Health is failing, wish you'd die -
Why you've still the sunshine left you,
And the big blue sky.
Sky so blue it makes you wonder,
If it's heaven shining through;
Earth so smiling 'way out yonder,
Sun so bright it dazzles you;
Birds a-singing, flowers a-flinging
All their fragrance on the breeze;
Dancing shadows, green, still meadows -
Don't you mope, you've still got these.
These, and none can take them from you;
These, and none can weigh their worth.
What! You're tired and broke and beaten? -
Why, you're rich - you've got the earth!
Yes, if you're a tramp in tatters,
While the blue sky bends above,
You've got nearly all that matters -
You've got God, and God is love.
- Robert Service -
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