DON’T BEAR ANY ILL FEELING.
By Felix McGlennon.
When your angry passions rise, there’s a maxim you should prize,
“Never let the sun go down upon your wrath,”
Let your quarrels fade away ere there dawns another day,
Let the sun of peace and love illume your path.
It may be the friend of years who has grieved you with his sneers,
And your temper may the flame of hate have fanned,
But the promptings of your heart will compel you ere you part,
To say, as you extend a friendly hand:
Chorus.
Don’t bear any ill feeling, forget and forgive,
Shake hands, let us be friendly as long as we live,
Life is too short for hatred, shake hands and don’t say “Nay,”
Or you may plead for forgiveness yourself in vain some day.
You may have an only child who in life is growing wild,
By companions from the straight path led astray,
He may cause you dark disgrace, till you learn to hate his face,
And with anger turn him from his home away,
’Neath a parent’s bitter frown he may sink still deeper down,
Ah, but lift him up and give him one more chance,
Take him to your heart again and forget the bitter pain,
Take him back and he will plead with tearful glance.—Chorus.
You may have a faithful wife, who is dearer far than life,
Yet an angry word may rankle in her heart,
Then your passions rise and rise, till the tears come in her eyes,
And with hardened hearts you both decide to part,
But a calm comes o’er the strife, as you gaze upon your wife,
And your tho’ts go back to years of love and bliss,
To the partner true and tried, ever faithful by your side,
And you both plead for forgiveness with a kiss.—Chorus.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.