Classic Poem

When the rains at last cease falling,
And the bracing trade-wind blows;
When the reef no stagnant waters
Or festering seaweed knows;
'Tis a crime to mope within doors
In an atmosphere impure—
Come out, and drink deep, eager draughts
Of God's sure fever cure!

Every breath is full of gladness,
Each inspiration joy!
Every sparkle of the sunshine
A gem without alloy!
Every tumble of the billows
Maketh music far more sweet
Than ever great composer wrought
A world's applause to greet!

Not a cloud bedims the heavens,
That are smiling with delight;
Not a memory of sorrow
Approaching blurs the sight!
Of all pleasures that life giveth,
None ever can compare
With the bliss dry weather bringeth
In its pure, health-giving air!