The World And I

Whether my heart bc glad r no, The Bummera come, the sununcrs go, The lanes grow dark wlth djint; leaves; cicles hang beueath tbe eaves; The asters witber to tbe snow. Thusdoth the summer end and go, Whethcr iny llfe be glad or no. Whether my Ufe bc sart or no, Tbe winters come, the winters go, The sunshine builds with baby leaves; Swallows play ibout the eaves; The lovely wind flowers bend and blow ; Thus doth the wiuter end aud go, Whether my Ufe be ead or no, 5fet Mother Nature cives to me A fond aud patiënt Bvmpathy ; Iu my own heart I lind the charm To makc her tender, near, aud warm ; Turough summer sunshine, winter snow, She élasps me, sad or Klad or no.