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.