When I feel slightly depressed about the State of Things (right now***) or even overwhelmingly so (not now), I want to run to the hills with some poetry.
Here you go.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady -- my soul: What issues Upon thine arrow hang!
c. 1858 Emily Dickinson
*** John Boehner. Really? I'm grateful to be living in California, though.