Classic Poem

If thou art in a grievous mood,
Seek out some sylvan solitude,
Tell all thy hearted woes and ills,
Unto the sympathetic hills,
Or to the sea, and hear her voice,
Bidding thee conquer and rejoice;
The mountain, valley, and the glen
Will lead thee to thyself again,
Will soothe thy sorrow, right thy wrong,
And kiss thy lips to sweetest song;
O trust in Nature, love but her,
The best, the wisest comforter.