IV.
The bright side! The bright side!
The side that's always there
Across the ways I wander and all the paths of care;
No matter what the darkness, the storm of land or sea,
The bright side still is shining, and that's the side for me!
Caught on the Fly.
Don't cry over spilled milk. Tie up another cow, and try it again.
Don't trail over the world hunting for happiness with a candle, when the sunshine Of God's mercy is over every thing.
Who can understand the deeps and heights of another's nature? Nay, who can measure and comprehend even his own?
Four-tined forks are splendid implements in the hay-field, but any fork is a mighty poor thing to impale the gorgeous bliss reposing in a ripe water-melon's ruddy heart.