Don't Take It To Heart

There's many a trouble Would break like a bubble, And into the waters of I.ethe depart, Did not we rehearse t, And tenderly nurse it. And gire t a permanent place in the haart. There's many a sorrow Would vanish to-morrow, ere we but Hint to furnish the wings ; So sadly intruding, And quietly brooding, It hütches out all sorts of horrible things. llow wélcome the seemine __ Of looks thiit are beaming, hctlier one's wealthy or whether one's poor ! ri'ght as a berry, s redas a cherry, I Me groan, anci Ihe curse, and the heartache can cure. Resolved to be merry, All worry to ferry Across the faun-d waters that bid ns forget, And no Jonger fearful, nr r i ,-r . nut haI'Py and cheerful, ; rel hfe has mucli that's worth UtrinK for vet.