It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear,
a sigh and a cheer,
But better be living then dead.

For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,
My Kingdom's awaiting for me;
There's comfort and rest,
and the warmth of your breast,
And little ones climbing my knee.

There's fire-light and song -
Oh, the world may be wrong,
Its empires may topple and fall:
My home is my care -
If gladness be there,
It's a mighty good world after all.

O hearts of pure gold!
I have made you a fold,
It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.
O little ones, rest!
I have fashioned a nest;
Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.

For there's no for like fear,
and there's no friend like cheer,
And sunshine will flash at our call;
So crown Love as King,
and let us all sing -
"It's a mighty good world after all."

Robert W Service