O heart of mine, we shouldn't <br />Worry so! <br />What we've missed of calm we couldn't <br />Have, you know! <br />What we've met of stormy pain, <br />And of sorrow's driving rain, <br />We can better meet again, <br />If it blow! <br /> <br />We have erred in that dark hour <br />We have known, <br />When our tears fell with the shower, <br />All alone!-- <br />Were not shine and shadow blent <br />As the gracious Master meant?-- <br />Let us temper our content <br />With His own. <br /> <br />For, we know, not every morrow <br />Can be sad; <br />So, forgetting all the sorrow <br />We have had, <br />Let us fold away our fears, <br />And put by our foolish tears, <br />And through all the coming years <br />Just be glad.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kissing-the-rod/
