THE WORLD.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 929, 26 March 1881, Page 5

THE WORLD.

This world is a sad, sad place I know— And what soul living can doubt it ?— But it will not lessen the want and woe To be always singing about it. Then away with the songs that are full of tears, Away with the dirges that sadden; Let us make the most of our fleeting yearn By singing the lays that gladden. A few sweet portions of bliss I’ve quaffed, And many a cup of sorrow; But, in thinking over the flavored draught, The old-time joy I borrow ; And, by brooding over the bitter drink, Pain fills again the measure : And so I have learned that it’s best to think Of the things that give us pleasure. The world at its saddest is not all sad — There are days of sunny weather; And the people in it are not all bad, But saints and sinners together. I think those wonderful hours in June Are better by far to remember Than those when the world gets out of tune, In the cold, bleak winds of November. Because we meet in the walks of life Many a selfish creature, It does not prove that this world of strife Has no redeeming feature. There is bloom and beauty upon the Earth— There are buds and blossoming flowers— There are souls of truth and hearts of worth — There are glowing, golden hours. In thinking over a joy we’ve known, We easily make it double , Which is better by far than to mope and moan O’er sorrow, and grief, and trouble, For, tho’ the world is a sad, sad place (And who that is living can doubt it ?) It will not lessen the want and woe To be always singing about it. —Ella Wheeler.