  One night as I slept there came to me A dear little sprite from o'er the sea, And sweetly smiling, whispered to me: "Shall I tell you how to happy be?" Of course I asked for the recipe Which worked its magic soon on me, And as I'm happy as one can be I'd like to tell the news to thee. It's not advice we might call new, But it gives us joy that's pure and true; It's simply the "MUSE OF SMILES" to woo, And whate'er we have each day to do— Tasks that are pleasant and sad ones too— With a smiling face our work go through, Forgetful of self and "HOPEBEAMS" strew |
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