Every-Day Philosophy.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 2012, 30 May 1885, Page 6 (Supplement)

Every-Day Philosophy.

When weariness with life my spirit fills, When deep disgust consumes me with my lot, I draw EOmo store of comfoit from the ills I haven't got. To find that fortune at your coming flies, To be bankrupt in health, in fame, in puree, Is bad enough ; but, I philosophize, It might be wor&o. Incessantly we make a great ado, The mouth of Mi?ery is wide agape ; But happier we, I fancy, if we know What we ce i cap?. The common woea of life &ta bad enough, Misfortunes fall as easy .1* the dew, And still for every morning steak that's tough, There might be two. This one is sick ; his wayward fate cries out Against the leeoh, the calomel, the bed, 0 inconsiderate person, cease to pout — You might be dead ! And this one hath the mitten : he ha a wooed ; Vainly, alack, his wooing it has sped, Well— even in this there's comfort, rightly viewed — He might be wed ! And here is one who whines ; his all is swept Away in panic ; he has had to " fail." He should, I think, be cheexful, that he'a kept Safe out of jail. But late I lost a twenty-dollar bill — And did I wring my hands that I had blundered? Not I, indeed I— l'm very thankful still 'Twaa not a hundred. Sooth, should I o'er capsize when walks are bad, And my, good clavical involve in wreck, Serenely, I should say— How very glad It's not my neck. 0 trust me — better not to make ado At the few miseries of our common lot. There's millions of 'cm — if we only knsw !—! — We haven't got.