Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us, then, be up and doing.
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.

The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books;
The market-place, the eager love of gain,
Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!