A Hard, harsh world? Aye; so it seems,—a mart
Of husks, of naught that truly satisfies.
But why, O man, with shadows deal and lies,
When now and evermore a living part
Of God's glad world, all shadowless, thou art?
Look, there are stars and peaks that starward rise!
Look, there are children, roses, sunset skies,
And angels on the threshold of thy heart!
Thank God for lifting wings of clear, clean thought!
Thank God for faith whereby we build above
The changeable environs of the clod!
Thank God for verities of Spirit wrought!
Thank God for good, for Truth! Thank God for Love
And Love's unending life! Thank God for God!
