Rhymes of a Rolling Stone/Cheer

Cheer

It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,

When even the worst is said.

There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,

But better be living than dead;

A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;

There's honey and may be some gall:

Yet still I declare, foul weather or fair,

It's a mighty good world after all.

For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,

My Kingdom's awaiting for me;

There's comfort and rest, and the warmth of your breast,

And little ones climbing my knee.

There's fire-light and song — Oh, the world may be wrong!

Its empires may topple and fall:

My home is my care — if gladness be there,

It's a mighty good world after all.

O heart of pure gold! I have made you a fold,

It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.

O little ones, rest! I have fashioned a nest;

Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.

For there's no foe like fear, and there's no friend like cheer,

And sunshine will flash at our call;

So crown Love as King, and let us all sing —

“It's a mighty good world after all.”