DON'T TAKE IT TO HEART.
By Georgiana C. Clark
There's many a trouble,
Would break like a bubble,
And into the waters of Lethe depart,
Did not we rehearse it,
And tenderly nurse it,
And give it a permanent place in the heart. There's many a sorrow
Would vanish to-morrow,
Were we not unwilling to furnish the wings;
So, sadly intruding,
And quietly brooding,
It hatches out all sorts of horrible things. How welcome the seeming
Of looks that are beaming,
Whether one's wealthy or whether one's poor!
Eyes bright as a berry,
Cheeks red as a cherry,
The groan and the curse and the heartache can Resolved to be merry,
All worry to ferry
Across the famed waters that bid us forget,
And no longer tearful,
But happy and cheerful,
We feel life has much that's worth living for yet. —GEORGIANA C. CLARK, in Christian at Work.