  No matter what the weeping, No matter what the wrong, Just toss a kiss to trouble And soothe him with a song. When all the world is winter And storms unceasing throng, Just clasp your hands with sunshine And warm them up with song. When fortune flies the window And leaves you lonely long, Still hum the happy music And sing it out in song. The summer time is coming,— Is coming good and strong! A welcome for the roses, A greeting full of song! O, life is filled with shadows, And sorrow still is strong; But walk the ways with laughter And climb the hills with song! Live your own life so happily to yourself that neither men, women or devils can swerve you one degree from the divine light shining upon your direct pathway to the stars. |
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