Classic Poem

From the pale and the deep
From the dark and bright —
From the violets that sleep —
Away from light: —
From the lily that flashes
At morn's glad call —
The bee gathers honey
And sweets from all. —

There are hearts like bees
In a world such as this,
That are given to please
Through sorrow and bliss: —
Be the heaven of life
As dark as it will —
Amid pleasure and strife
They are smiling still.

They've a tear for the sad, —
But there's balm in their sigh, —
And they laugh with the glad
In sunshine and joy: —
They give hope to the gloom
Of the mourner's thrall —
Like the bee they find honey
And sweets in all.