All signs fail in dry weather,—except those of the money-lenders.
Better Hurry.
Man, you'd better hurry!
Life is mighty swift,
Fled before you know it
With the stars adrift!
Soak yourself with sunshine
All the blessed day;
Yonder come the shadows
And the night of gray!
If Love Abides.
Old Mister Trouble hides his face
And crosses o'er the slope,
When Love is laughing on the place
And links her hands with Hope.
No matter if in darkest night
Through tangled ways we grope,
If Love abides with living light
Still lip to lip with Hope!