Classic Poem

Thank God for life; life is not sweet always.
Hands may be heavy laden, heart care-full;
Unwelcome nights follow unwelcome days,
And dreams divine end in awakenings dull;
Still it is life; and life is cause for praise.
This ache, this restlessness, this quickening sting
Prove me no torpid and inanimate thing —
Prove me of Him who is the life, the spring.
I am alive — and that is beautiful.

Thank God for life; life is not sweet always.
Hands may be heavy laden, heart care-full;
Unwelcome nights follow unwelcome days,
And dreams divine end in awakenings dull;
Still it is life; and life is cause for praise.
This ache, this restlessness, this quickening sting
Prove me no torpid and inanimate thing —
Prove me of Him who is the life, the spring.
I am alive — and that is beautiful.