Classic Poem

Life is unutterably dear,
God makes to-day so fair;
Though Heaven is better — being here,
I long not to be there.

The weights of life are pressing still,
Not one of them may fall;
Yet such strong joys my spirit fill,
That I can bear them all.

Though Care and Grief are at my side,
There would I let them stay,
And still be ever satisfied
With beautiful To-day!