TO-DAY.
Sure, this world is full of trouble - I ain't said it ain't, And I’ve had enough and double Reason for complaint. Rain an’ storm have come to fret me. Skies were ofte n gray ; I horns an’ brambles have beset me On the road -but sa\, Ain’t it fine to-day? What’s the use of always weepin’, Makin’ trouble last? What’s the use of always keepin’ I’liinkin’ of the past? Each must have his tribulation, Water with his wine. Life it ain’t no celebration. Trouble! I’ve had mine— But to-day is fine. . It’s to day that 1 am livin’, Not a month ago, Havin’, losin’, takin’, givin’, \s God wills it so. Yesterday a cloud of sorrow Kell across the way; It may rain again to-morrow, li may rain but, sav, Ain’t it fine to-day —Douglas Malloch,
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White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 285, 18 March 1919, Page 3
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137TO-DAY. White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 285, 18 March 1919, Page 3
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