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'Tis easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows along like a song;
But the man worth read more
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows along like a song;
But the man worth while is the one who will smile
When everything does dead wrong;
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
But the smile that is worth the praise of earth
Is the smile that comes through tears.
. . . .
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile--
It is these that are worth the homage of earth,
For we find them but once in a while.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your read more
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
The thing that goest farthest towards making life worth while,
That costs the least, and does the most, is read more
The thing that goest farthest towards making life worth while,
That costs the least, and does the most, is just a pleasant
smile.
. . . .
It's full of worth and goodness too, with manly kindness blent,
It's worth a million dollars and it doesn't cost a cent.
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and read more
And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.
In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.
In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.