NEVER LOOK SAD
Never look sad, nothing so bad
As getting familiar with sorrow;
Treat him to-day in a cavalier way,
And he’ll seek other quarters to-morrow.
Long you’d not weep, could you but peep
At the bright side of every trial;
Fortune you’ll find, is often most kind,
When chilling your hopes with denial.
Let the sad day carry away
Its own little burden of sorrow,
Else you may miss half of the bliss
That comes in the lap of to-morrow.
