IF the world seems cold to you,

Kindle fires to warm it! 

Let their comfort hide from view

Winters that deform it. 

Hearts as frozen as your own 

To that radiance gather;

You will soon forget to moan, 

"Ah! The cheerless weather."

If the world's a wilderness,

Go, build houses in it! 

Will it help your loneliness

On the winds to din it 

Raise a hut, however slight,

Weeds and brambles smother; 

And to roof and meal invite

Some forlorner brother.

If the world's a vale of tears,

Smile till rainbows span it! 

Breathe the love that life endears,

Clear from clouds to fan it. 

Of your gladness lend a gleam

Unto souls that shiver; 

Show them how dark sorrow's stream

Blends with hope's bright river.