Robert William Service

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.