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Poems.
Could we but scan the Book of Fate,
And see what ills and joys await,
Whilst journeying here below,
We might not wish to linger long,
Our cares and sorrows to prolong,
Within this world of wo.
And see what ills and joys await,
Whilst journeying here below,
We might not wish to linger long,
Our cares and sorrows to prolong,
Within this world of wo.
Some think they have more ills than joys,
That there is not an equal poise
Between each joy and sorrow:
Some ever look on shadow's side,
Breathing despondence far and wide,
As they their troubles borrow.
That there is not an equal poise
Between each joy and sorrow:
Some ever look on shadow's side,
Breathing despondence far and wide,
As they their troubles borrow.
For me, a brighter star I see,
That shines upon my destiny,
As I my path pursue;
Though clouds have sometimes hovered o'er
I deal not in prophetic lore,
But keep the bright in view.
That shines upon my destiny,
As I my path pursue;
Though clouds have sometimes hovered o'er
I deal not in prophetic lore,
But keep the bright in view.
And as my onward path I trace,
No passing cloud shall e'er efface
The thoughts that burn within;
For he who gave the cup of life,
Mixed it with sorrow, joy and strife,
And filled it to the brim.
No passing cloud shall e'er efface
The thoughts that burn within;
For he who gave the cup of life,
Mixed it with sorrow, joy and strife,
And filled it to the brim.
