  What is life? a question asked, A mere dream, a mere task; Longfellow says it’s an “empty dream,” But by that, what did he mean? Life doth come and life doth go, Sometimes it’s joy, sometimes it’s woe; Aching hearts and many tears, Many obstacles and many fears. Fret not of things that have passed and gone, But sing for the future some happy song; He who thinks all his luck is bad, Makes his own life miserable and those around him sad. Life cannot always be bright, Clouds must come as well as light; Sweetest of roses have many thorns, So has life many a form. We are told by the Scriptures not to think, Of to-morrow what we shall eat or drink; For to-morrow will care for itself as to-day, So let’s drive to-morrow’s sighs away. We must not sit, and sigh, and pine, Because we think life’s sun don’t shine; To share some trouble we all were born, There is no night but has its morn. |
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