Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

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.

1. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
2. The March of the Dead
3. The Cremation of Sam Mcgee
4. The Little Old Log Cabin
5. The Atavist

Lewis Morris (Льюис Моррис) Comfort ("THO' love be bought and honour sold")

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