Classic Poem

Life holds no woes for me! I know full well,
However evil things may seem to me to-day,
Some future joy is certain to dispel
The clouds that lower darkly on my way.
And I have noted that one taste of bliss,
E'en though 'tis but a taste, hath joyous meed
To compensate for all that goes amiss
On which a soul in sorrow long may feed.
No night e'er was whose darkness did not fade;
No storm e'er raged whose course was not soon run;
And so my soul, by troubles undismayed,
Doth simply wait the coming of the sun.