LINES WRITTEN ON A STORMY NIGHT.

Let the wintry breezes blow! What care we? Cold or heat, rain, hail or snow; Oh what care we? Life is full of brightness still, All may find it if they will, Only say to every ill, Oh what care we? Oft our cup is upside down, But what care we? It will do no good to frown, What care we? Bravely bear it, as we should. From the evil comes the good, Grief’s but joy, misunderstood; Then what care we? Though the world may not approve us, What care we? There’s a Heaven of love above us; Then what care we? God is with His children ever; Helping on each grand endeavor. Fear not then: but answer ever, Oh what care we?