Cheerfulaught By Reason
I THINK we are too ready with plaint
In this fair world of Gods. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow faint
To muse upoys straint
Round our aspirant souls; but sihe scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop,
For a few days ed in loss and taint ?
O pusillanimous Heart, be forted
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints ? At least it may be said
Because the way is short, I thank thee, God.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning