The optimist fell ten stories,
At each window bar
He shouted to his friends:
“All right so far.”
I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty:
I woke and found that life was Duty:
Was then thy dream a shadowy lie?
Toil on, sad heart, courageously,
And thou shalt find thy dream to be
A noonday light and truth to thee.
Ellen S. Hooper