THERE’S A TIME TO BE JOLLY
THERE’S a time to be jolly, a time to repent,
A season for folly, a season for Lent,
The first as the worst we too often regard;
The rest as the best, but our judgment is hard.
There are snows in December and Roses in June,
There’s darkness at midnight and sunshine at noon;
But, were there no sorrow, no storm-cloud or rain,
Who’d care for the morrow with beauty again.