It's good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again, <br />It's good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old. <br />It's good that we can feel again the touch of beauties real again, <br />For hearts and minds, of sorrow now, have all that they can hold. <br /> <br />The roses haven't changed a bit, nor have the lilacs stranged a bit, <br />They bud and bloom the way they did before the war began. <br />The world is upside down to-day, there's much to make us frown to-day, <br />And gloom and sadness everywhere beset the path of man. <br /> <br />But now the lilacs bloom again and give us their perfume again, <br />And now the roses smile at us and nod along the way; <br />And it is good to see again the blossoms on each tree again, <br />And feel that nature hasn't changed the way we have to-day. <br /> <br />Oh, we have changed from what we were; we're not the carefree lot we were; <br />Our hearts are filled with sorrow now and grave concern and pain, <br />But it is good to see once more, the blooming lilac tree once more, <br />And find the constant roses here to comfort us again.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/constant-beauty/
