Comfort

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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.