"LIFE is sad," says the wind in the pines <br /> To the still soul listening, <br />While the pale, pale day declines <br /> Like a white bird on the wing. <br />"Life is sad," says the quiet earth <br />5 <br /> Under the churchyard wall, <br />Where the spring flowers have their birth <br /> And the autumn leaflets fall. <br />"Life is sad," say the daisies that blow there <br /> And stretch out their heads to the sun; <br />10 <br />"Life is sad," say the poor hearts that go there <br /> To weep when the day's work is done. <br />"Life is sad," from below, from on high, <br /> From forest and meadow and tree, <br />From the clouds that drift over the sky <br />15 <br /> And the days that die into the sea. <br />Then up and be brave with thy sorrow, <br /> Like a man with his face to the blast; <br />Not from hope of the joys of to-morrow, <br /> Nor rest when the warfare is past; <br />20 <br /> <br />But strong that weak souls may grow strong, <br /> That men may take heart by the way, <br />Till the heavens break forth with the song <br /> That will herald eternal day.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-pines/
