To-day Life's hues may seem so drab,
The World about grim and austere,
Peopled by rogues and vagabonds,
And you may feel that no one near
Cares what you do or where you go,
That no one's hand is there to grasp,
And long to know one friendly clasp—
Then is the time to seek the blue
Wide spaces where the wind is free,
High up above the city rim,
And revel in serenity.
The cares of Men are gone from you;
The ways of Men count not a jot,
And though you have no one as friend,
What matters, do not curse your lot,
But underneath the open sky
Just watch those clouds go tumbling by
And bending grasses at your feet,
And thank Good God that Life is sweet
Beneath a summer sky.

—J.A.C.