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EACH MAY SPEAK OF THE WORLD.
Each may speak of the world as he finds it,
I've nothing as yet to deplore;
I've vexation enough, but who minds it?—
Too many on earth have had more!
I've friends that from boyhood have cheer'd me
Whenever from happiness hurl'd;
True hearts that to life have endear'd me—
Then what should I say 'gainst the world?
I've nothing as yet to deplore;
I've vexation enough, but who minds it?—
Too many on earth have had more!
I've friends that from boyhood have cheer'd me
Whenever from happiness hurl'd;
True hearts that to life have endear'd me—
Then what should I say 'gainst the world?
Each may speak of the world as he sees it,
To all it can ne'er be the same;
I've tried pretty often to please it,
And if it's not pleas'd—who's to blame?
Though my bark of existence hath often
From fortune's high channel been hurl'd,
Thank God, there was one left to soften
The sorrows I've found in the world.
To all it can ne'er be the same;
I've tried pretty often to please it,
And if it's not pleas'd—who's to blame?
Though my bark of existence hath often
From fortune's high channel been hurl'd,
Thank God, there was one left to soften
The sorrows I've found in the world.
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