An extra smile or a burst of tears—

A fine to-day or a dull to-morrow—

A taste more joy or a drop more sorrow—

All the same in a hundred years.

A thousand hopes or a thousand fears—

A lifetime sad or a lifetime wasted—

A cup drain'd empty or left untasted—

All the same in a hundred years.

If things were thus, as one often hears,

I'd seize the pleasure, I'd leave the sorrow—

Enjoy to-day and defy to-morrow—

All the same in a hundred years.