 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
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Homeless man goes, even on life's sunniest slope,
And yet between two homes he takes his way—
Between to-morrow—that's the home of Hope—
And Happiness, whose home is yesterday.
And yet between two homes he takes his way—
Between to-morrow—that's the home of Hope—
And Happiness, whose home is yesterday.
Yet, man, complain not. Thank your fates instead,
And call them good, before they bring you worse—
The days when Hope shall in her home lie dead,
And Happiness forgotten fade in hers.
And call them good, before they bring you worse—
The days when Hope shall in her home lie dead,
And Happiness forgotten fade in hers.
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |