No woman ever was so much of a woman that she was not still enough of a child to enjoy being petted and flattered.
Rolling on to Glory.
Rolling on to glory,
Still the old world goes!
Still the ancient story
Of the wants and woes;
Here a little sighing,
There a little song,
Preaching, praying, dying,
Down the ways of wrong!
Rolling on to glory,
Still the old world goes,
Through the battles gory
Of the friends and foes!
Here it sees a vision,
There it gains a truth,
Moving with precision
To immortal youth!
Keep the laughter sunny
As you walk the night:
Neither might nor money
Brings the living light!
Still the ancient story
Love, the Wonder, knows:
Rolling on to glory
Still the old world goes!
Don't Fall Out with Life.
Don't fall out with life, my brother;
It will please, you like as not;
If you'll sort its pleasures over,
You will find it worth the living,
And it's all the one you've got!
You would better keep it friendly
And not rib it up to fight:
It will play you joyous music,
It will give you love unceasing,
If you only treat it right!
Don't fall out with life, my brother,
If it slaps you in the face:
Every time it brings a shadow,
Every time it gives a sorrow,
There's a rain-bow 'round the place;
O, its heart is filled with pleasure
And its raptures slay the wrong;
All the stars repeat its praises,
All the suns exalt its glory,
And you'd better join the song!