You are hopeful, I am not— Enjoy life, ere it grow colder— Pluck the roses ere they rot…

Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep:          Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are          Her pleasant lot.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;     Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,     But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer;     Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound,     But shrink from…

Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care. See it springing all around us — Glad to know, and quick to learn; Asking questions that confound us; Teaching lessons in its turn. Who loves not its joyous revel, Leaping lightly on the…