  Don't fall out with life, my brother; It will please, you like as not; If you'll sort its pleasures over, You will find it worth the living, And it's all the one you've got! You would better keep it friendly And not rib it up to fight: It will play you joyous music, It will give you love unceasing, If you only treat it right! Don't fall out with life, my brother, If it slaps you in the face: Every time it brings a shadow, Every time it gives a sorrow, O, its heart is filled with pleasure And its raptures slay the wrong; All the stars repeat its praises, All the suns exalt its glory, And you'd better join the song! Don't fall out with life, my brother! If it has the wintry snows, There's the scarlet of the summer, There's the russet of the autum, With the lily and the rose; It holds harvests for your labor, It has crowns for you to win; Open wide the glory-shutters, Fling the doors of deeds far-open, Till the sunshine saunters in! |
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