Clover And Sky
O blest is he whose sorrow
Hath lasted but a night!
Thrice blest he whose tomorrow
Dawns ever fair and bright!
Yet who, the wide World over,
Could choose to sit and sigh?
With underneath, the clover,
And overhead, the sky.
Then make no friends with trouble,
And have no peace with gloom;
For surely joy is double
When all the earth's a-bloom!
Look up! There bends above you
The tender, sheltering sky.
Look down! And there, to love you,
The clover, sweet and shy.
Last night the wind fell sobbing
Against my window pane,
And like my heart's dull throbbing
There beat the mournful rain.
But now the storm is over
There's none so blithe as I,
With underneath, the clover,
And overhead, the sky.
___Esther M. Clark
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