  As life with its glories Crowds close in the light, Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night. No matter what fortune Comes down in swift flight, Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night. Walk still in the sunshine, Where blossoms bloom bright; Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night. And out through the orchards Where mirth rules in might, Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night! It is always easy to find plenty of weeds in the garden of life, if you are looking for weeds; but then even the weeds have blossoms of love upon them! |
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