It Isn't The World

It Isn't the World-It's You

You say the world is gloomy
The skies are grim and gray,
The night has lost its quiet,
You fear the coming day?
The world is what you make it,
The sky is gray or blue
Just as your soul may paint it;
It isn't the world-it's you!
Clear up the clouded vision,
Clean out the foggy mind;
The clouds are always passing,
And each is silver lined.
The world is what you make it-
Then make it bright and true,
And when you say it's gloomy,
It isn't the world-it's you!

Charles Hopkins

This poem was found in his pocket at Andersonville prison Ga.
It must have provided inspiration to him during such a struggle.
Someone always has it worse than we.