Drummer, beat, and piper, blow Harper, strike, and soldier, go Free the flame and sear the grasses Til the dawning Red Star passes - Anne McCaffrey

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens.

The little queen all golden
Flew hissing at the sea.
To stop each wave
Her clutch to save
She ventured bravely.

As she attacked the sea in rage
A holderman came nigh
Along the sand
Fishnet in hand
And saw the queen midsky.

He stared at her in wonder
For often he'd been told
That such as she
Could never be
Who hovered there, bright gold.

He saw her plight and quickly
He looked up the cliff he faced
And saw a cave
Above the wave
In which her eggs he placed.

The little queen all golden
Upon his shoulder stood
Her eyes all blue
Glowed of her true
Undying gratitude.

Harper to your word be true
Holder, crafter you also hew
To honesty, integrity, and respect
All others without regard to intellect