Classic Poem

And though villainy reaches the upper firmament, yet from somewhere there sings righteousness and joy. And though the air be surfeited with nothingness and pride, you may yet at times discern the still, small voice.
And while the earth is deafened by loud-mouthed corruption, there is yet a heart that beats in harmony with earth's truth. And though arrogance shout in dissolute and wanton irruption, yet someone presses quietude to the threshold of your tent.