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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.