Classic Poem

Hand in hand we wander,
Through the world together
In the sunny weather,
In the chilling showers;
And what time we squander
In our simple pleasures,
We reclaim in treasures
From the working hours.

We have often tarried
In the fragrant meadows,
Or the grateful shadows
Of the silent wood;
And the storms have parried,
Clinging closer ever,
Did the lightnings sever
Where we startled stood.

We have wanted little
Since the hour we started;
Very hopeful-hearted
Have we ever gone;
Though the merest little
Of the world's good treasure
Could we ever measure
For ourselves alone.

There are harder lessons
In a life to vex one
Than the pressing question
Of our daily bread;
But the swift impressions
Of a willing spirit
Are the hands of merit
Spinning fortune's thread.

And it little matters
Where our earthly lot is,
If our only thought is
To be happy there;
For the Sower scatters
Good in evil places,
And the true heart traces
Blessings everywhere