Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- <br /> Bust in business, lost your wife; <br />No one cares a cent about you, <br /> You don't care a cent for life; <br />Hard luck has of hope bereft you, <br /> Health is failing, wish you'd die -- <br />Why, you've still the sunshine left you <br /> And the big, blue sky. <br /> <br />Sky so blue it makes you wonder <br /> If it's heaven shining through; <br />Earth so smiling 'way out yonder, <br /> Sun so bright it dazzles you; <br />Birds a-singing, flowers a-flinging <br /> All their fragrance on the breeze; <br />Dancing shadows, green, still meadows -- <br /> Don't you mope, you've still got these. <br /> <br />These, and none can take them from you; <br /> These, and none can weigh their worth. <br />What! you're tired and broke and beaten? -- <br /> Why, you're rich -- you've got the earth! <br />Yes, if you're a tramp in tatters, <br /> While the blue sky bends above <br />You've got nearly all that matters -- <br /> You've got God, and God is love.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comfort-2/
