Never Worry.
Let us never worry!
The flowers little care
How much of the weather
Is foul or is fair;
They blossom at morning;
They fade at the noon,
And blooming and fading
Their beauty dies soon.
Let us never worry!
The birds freely sing
In autumn's drear weather
As blithe as in spring;
They chorus their music
In joy's happy tune,
And singing and singing
Their songs vanish soon.
Let us never worry!
If short is the life,
Whether laughing with music
Or weeping with strife;
'Tis the shine of the morning,—
'Tis late afternoon;
Ah, the night-fall is coming
And darkness so soon!
Little Sermons.
Love is the greatest thing in the world, and it carries the world's griefs on its shoulders.
If vice were as safe and inexpensive as virtue, heaven would have few candidates for admission.
I am always nervous when I meet these self-righteous people. I fear they will demand that I make the world over to fix it good enough for them, and when I fail they will blame me with all their troubles.