As Usual

AS USUAL
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The troubles you’ve had, though they’re big to you,
Are small as this old world views them
The paltry prizes that we pursue-
With a smile it sees us lose them!
Your heart is weary and sick and sore,
And you count upon gloom forever,
But the sun is as bright as it was be- fore
And the sky is as blue as ever

The old world laughs at our petty strife,
Our boasting and desperation;
It smiles at the woes of a humble life
And the fears of a trembling na- tion
Despite ambition that goes astray,
And despite fate’s grim beguiling
The sun keeps shining from day to day
And the sky is serenely smiling!
-Washington Star,