Classic Poem

Toil in the cities, and till the ground;
The world is green and wide,
And some of these days, when the world turns round,
We'll get on the brighter side!

Sow and reap, and work, and weep
For the blessings that are denied;
And some of these days, in the morning's rays,
We'll get on the brighter side.

Some of these days, in the thorny ways
Will the lilies of joy abide;
The birds will sing, and the bells will ring,
And we'll get on the brighter side.

Then toil in the cities, and till the ground,
Whatever may be denied;
For some of these days, when the world turns round,
We'll get on the brighter side!