TROUBLE AND PLAY
It’s trouble and gladness from first to the last,
Ere joy is quite vanquished some sorrow comes fast;
Yet while old Calamity’s having his way,
For one that’s in trouble, there are others at play.
What is play to the pup is grief to the child;
What is fun for the boy makes mother go wild;
Some deeds of the mother cause angels to weep;
While God smiles over all, and all He doth keep.