THE world's a path all fresh and sweet, <br />A sky all fresh and fair, <br />With daisies underneath your feet <br />And roses for your hair; <br />Red roses for your pretty hair, <br />Green trees to shade your way, <br />And lavish blossoms everywhere, <br />Because the time is May. <br /> <br /> <br />How gold the sun shines through the green! <br />How soft the turf is spread! <br />How richly falls the shimmering sheen <br />About your darling head! <br />How in the dawn of Paradise <br />Should you foresee the night? <br />How, with the sunlight in your eyes, <br />See aught beyond the light? <br /> <br /> <br />The world's a path all rough and wild, <br />A sky all black with fears, <br />Among the ghosts, unhappy child, <br />You stumble, blind with tears; <br />The track is faint, and far the fold, <br />And very far the day: <br />Unless you have a hand to hold, <br />How will you find the way?<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/special-pleading-2/
