  Don't worry or fret, my dearie! The shadows will soon go by; Before half your tears have vanished The sun's in the happy sky; There's trouble enough, my dearie, In days of a glad life long, But Sorrows will die with no one to sigh With Love and a little of Song! There are some things about "our island possessions" which will bear imitation this hot weather. The costumes Of the Igorrotes, for instance. |
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