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.