The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses

Comfort

   Say!  You've struck a heap of trouble —
    Bust in business, lost your wife;
   No one cares a cent about you,
    You don't care a cent for life;
   Hard luck has of hope bereft you,
    Health is failing, wish you'd die —
   Why, you've still the sunshine left you
    And the big, blue sky.

   Sky so blue it makes you wonder
    If it's heaven shining through;
   Earth so smiling 'way out yonder,
    Sun so bright it dazzles you;
   Birds a-singing, flowers a-flinging
    All their fragrance on the breeze;
   Dancing shadows, green, still meadows —
    Don't you mope, you've still got these.

   These, and none can take them from you;
    These, and none can weigh their worth.
   What! you're tired and broke and beaten? —
    Why, you're rich — you've got the earth!
   Yes, if you're a tramp in tatters,
    While the blue sky bends above
   You've got nearly all that matters —
    You've got God, and God is love.