I am fed up with all this depression,
I am bored to tears with hopelessness,
I am thoroughly sick of the world telling me
The world's in a hideous, awful, miserable mess.
For see how the good, the lovely, still abide,
The sure, sound, spiritual virtues still endure:
Trite as they seem, the benefactions stand
Safe in God's grace to comfort and to cure.
God, like the sun, that symbol of His constancy,
Whatever the seeming darkness, does not set.
Yes, God in whose great love we live and move
Harbors, encompasses, sustains us yet.
Inviolate, His blessings still abound—
Gentleness, kindness, beauty, still remain.
This has been said before, and with what joy
The faithful heart repeats it once again!
