But it’s a weather breeder, sure’s you are born!”
So, much of God’s sunshine and beauty about
Is forced from our lives by “perhaps” or a doubt!
Make use of the present—to-morrow may wait,—
To-day’s joys to-morrow are realized too late!
Let none of life’s pleasures, God-given, be lost,
By crossing a bridge—till it has to be crossed!
[A POOR TOWN TO LIVE IN]
There’s a queer little town—I wonder if you’ve seen it,—