Cheer

It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,         When even the worst is said.         There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,         But better be living than dead;         A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;         There's honey and may be some gall:         Yet still I declare, foul weather or fair,         It's a mighty good world after all.         For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,         My Kingdom's awaiting for me;         There's comfort and rest, and the warmth of your breast,         And little ones climbing my knee.         There's fire-light and song - Oh, the world may be wrong!         Its empires may topple and fall:         My home is my care - if gladness be there,         It's a mighty good world after all.         O heart of pure gold! I have made you a fold,         It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.         O little ones, rest! I have fashioned a nest;         Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.         For there's no foe like fear, and there's no friend like cheer,         And sunshine will flash at our call;         So crown Love as King, and let us all sing -         "It's a mighty good world after all."