'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.
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Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
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.
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.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,
Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,
Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
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.
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!
