JUST BE GLAD

BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

O heart of mine, we shouldn't worry so,

What we have missed of calm we couldn't have, you know!

What we've met of stormy pain,

And of sorrow's driving rain,

We can better meet again,

If it blow.

We have erred in that dark hour, we have known,

When the tear fell with the shower, all alone.

Were not shine and shower blent

As the gracious Master meant?

Let us temper our content

With His own.

For we know not every morrow

Can be sad;

So forgetting all the sorrow

We have had,

Let us fold away our fears,

And put by our foolish tears,

And through all the coming years,

Just be glad.