Richly Deserved.
"I see Jingles is becoming quite a poet. I presume he must have got a good deal for that last poem of his."
"Yes, I think he deserved six months for it, at least!"
Sunny Side Out.
Though the skies are gray and gloomy
And the shadows hang about,
Yet the world is bright and bloomy
When the sunny side is out.
There is still an angel chorus
That shall put the griefs to rout,
And the sorrows flee before us
When the sunny side is out.
Then ring the bells of glory
And swing them with a shout!
This life's a laughing story
When the sunny side is out!
And fill the lips with laughter!
Let ancient worries pout!
With joys before and after
And the sunny side still out!