She And I

Thcy say that the wcather is bad- that the snow Lies thiek ou the ground, that the klei are gray; That tho wurld is a mourning for Summer; 1 know That tha Summa's noon closes the Winter't day; That out in tho city the wind i sob and moan, But what do I caro if the world's all awry t For with vs tho sun ehines as we sit here alone, For 67i is at work- and so am They say that the world- thaf to y peopla in it- Are trcach'rous and false when they loem to do fair, 'And the praise of the mob, when you've itriren to win it, Is just liko an iceberg- lt's brllllant- and bare ! That nothlngis worth half the trouble we glTO it, Thattears sound through wlicn w're halt nvd with glee, put I am content with my lire- as I Ure It. For 1 am at worii- and so is Sht.' JThey say that lifo isn't worth living- rtt iorrow Lies hid in our hearti when we laugh; well- perhaps:We care naught tor this, and wo don't want la borrow The joy of tho world- we're content with our scrapsl fíná if you would know why rm jay, notirith. standing The chills of tho world, and lts peoplt- jus SCO ïhat my darling and I hare iweet " undr standing," When all the tcorld works- and so do ii.