Don't fall out with life, my brother!
If it has the wintry snows,
There's the scarlet of the summer,
There's the russet of the autum,
With the lily and the rose;
It holds harvests for your labor,
It has crowns for you to win;
Open wide the glory-shutters,
Fling the doors of deeds far-open,
Till the sunshine saunters in!
Not Extravagant.
"Are the members of the legislature extravagant in their habits?" inquired a suspicious citizen of a press reporter.
"No, not at all!" answered the veracious reporter. "I know several of them who came here at the beginning of the session with a clean shirt and a five-dollar bill, and they haven't changed either of them yet!"
Away from the Winter.
Away from the Winter and all his wild ways,
To the blossoms that smile in the spring's laughing days,—
To the rivers that sing
In the gladness of spring,
Where the birds cleave the air on the love-laden wing!
Away from the walks of the snow-smitten town
To the fields where the bees for the honeys go down,
To the vales and the hills,
And the love-singing rills,
And the song of disconsolate, grieved whippoor-wills!