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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.
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.
The smile of her I love is like the dawn
Whose touch makes Menmon sing:
O see read more
The smile of her I love is like the dawn
Whose touch makes Menmon sing:
O see where wide the golden sunlight flows--
The barren desert blossoms as the rose!
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.
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.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
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.
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.