MOTHER’S SMILE.

MOTHER’S SMILE.
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When I bin swimmin’ all day lou,
An’ had a fight or two,
An’ come home in the ev’in’ time
A-feelin’ mad and blue,
There’s just one thing that always seems
My angry thoughts to smother,
An I fergit ’em when I лес
The smilin face of mother.

“Often times I get to wondering, when perhaps I have been blunders ing.
And content is from my mind a far exile,
Why it is I have to work when no many others shirk,
Just because their fathers worked and “made their pile,”

And my thoughts are filled with gloom, but in vain I fret and fume.
For the more I storm the more I seem to rile.
Then perhaps I meet a friend who will comfort to me lend.
Just by speaking pleasant words said with a smile,

So when I can’t stand talking, then out I go to walking,
And round the town I stroll for many a mile,
Just in hope that I will see kind action that, may be, some
Will straighten out my poor dis- ordered bile.

And I’ve never failed to find some- thing new about mankind,
That shows the world is built in happy style,
But the best thing I can choose, as an antidote for blues,
Is a pleasant word that’s spoken with a smile.”
-The Rounder