  Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear And the hurt and the ache of it Find us down here; Life must be what we make of it. Life is a song; Let us dance to the thrill of it. Grief's hours are long, And cold is the chill of it. Joy is man's need; Let us smile for the sake of it. This be our creed: Life must be what we make of it. Life is a soul; The virtue and vice of it. Strife for a goal, And man's strength is the price of it. Your life and mine, The bare bread and the cake of it, End in this line: Life must be what we make of it. "Life" From a charcoal drawing by W. T. Benda. "Life" |
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