Cheerfulness Taught By Reason
I
THINK
we
are
too
ready
with
complaint
In
this
fair
world
of
God's.
Had
we
no
hope
Indeed
beyond
the
zenith
and
the
slope
Of
yon
gray
blank
of
sky,
we
might
grow
faint
To
muse
upon
eternity's
constraint
Round
our
aspirant
souls;
but
since
the
scope
Must
widen
early,
is
it
well
to
droop,
For
a
few
days
consumed
in
loss
and
taint
?
O
pusillanimous
Heart,
be
comforted
And,
like
a
cheerful
traveller,
take
the
road
Singing
beside
the
hedge.
What
if
the
bread
Be
bitter
in
thine
inn,
and
thou
unshod
To
meet
the
flints
?
At
least
it
may
be
said
'
Because
the
way
is
short,
I
thank
thee,
God.
'