WHY NOT?

Evening Star, Issue 21090, 30 April 1932, Page 5

WHY NOT?

The snow wraps the earth in a mantle of white, The tree branches sparkle and gleam; The air is so crisp, and so frostily bright, The world looks as fair as a dream. But hark to our neighbours and friends make their moans, “I’m frozen to death with this cold!” each one groans.

The sun’s shining brightly from out of the blue On a glorious day in July; The earth’s dressed in raiment of wonderful hue, And the skylark is singing on high. But what do the people around us ail say ? “How dreadfully hot and oppressive to-dav!”

A great wind is blowing from over the bills, All through the streets of the town, As if it would drive off all sorrows and ills From those upon whom it sweeps down. But what is the plaint of each person you meet? “ This terrible wind blows me right oil my feet!”

It’s the same if it’s wet, and the same if it’s dry; If the thunder draws near with its rumble, If the sun is just rising, or if it be set, You will always iind f oik who will grumble. Ob, why don’t they stop their complaining awhile And greet every change as it comes with a smile?