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Robert W Service - Comfort
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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.
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