JUST about the time the clouds are blackest
Let your thoughts go roving to the sun,
Just about the time your job is hardest
Think how glad you'll be when it is done.
Buckle to the task that you are facing,
Work away and pretty soon you'll find
All the little difficulties vanished,
All the little worries far behind.
'T isn't any use to sit and whimper,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem