 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
THE CHEERFUL HEART.
I
Though Love may claim the sweetest song,And bards the tender strain prolong;
Though Friendship evermore inspire
The answering echoes of the lyre;
Still a theme remains to sing,
Fair as sunshine, fresh as spring,
Rainbow seen when storms depart,—
The charm of life, the Cheerful Heart.
II
Should Love grow cold, or Friendship wane,'Tis this can win them back again;
And Hatred, in its own despite,
Will yield and soften in its light.
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Bloom and balm and budding rose,
Warmth amid the winter showers,
And honey to the summer flowers.
III
And happy shall his portion be,Whatever sorrows he may see,
Who, when his daily toils are o'er,
Shall meet this blessing at his door,
Finding still, where'er he roam,
Kindest welcome at his home;
Fortune's shield, life's better part—
The loving and the cheerful heart.
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