THIS WORLD.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume IV, Issue 185, 13 October 1876, Page 6

THIS WORLD.

This world is a sad, sad place, I know — And what soul living can doubt it ?—? — But it will not lessen the want and woe To be always singing about it. Then away with songs that are full of tears, Away with dirges that sadden ; Let us make the most of our fleeting years, By singing the lays that gladden. A few sweet portions of bliss I've quaffed, And many a cup of sorrow j But in thinking over the flavored draught, The old-time joy I borrow. And in brooding over the bitter drink, Pain fills again the measure ; And so I have learned that it's better to think Of the things that give us pleasure. The world at its saddest is not all sad ; There are days of sunny weather ; And the people within it are not all bad, But saints and sinners together. I think those wonderful hours of June Are better far to remember, Than those when the earth gets out of tune, In the cold bleak winds of November. ******** In thinking over a joy we've known, We easily make it double, Which is better by far than to mope and moan O'er sorrow, and grief, and trouble. For though this world is sad, we know — And who that is living can doubt it ?—? — It will not lessen the want and woe To be always singing about it. — ' Pilot.'