Don't fall out with life, my brother, If it slaps you in the face: Every time it brings a shadow, Every time it gives a sorrow, There's a rain-bow 'round the place; O, its heart is filled with pleasure And its raptures slay the wrong; All the stars repeat its praises, All the suns exalt its glory, And you'd better join the song! Don't fall out with life, my brother! If it has the wintry snows, There's the scarlet of the summer, There's the russet of the autum, With the lily and the rose; It holds harvests for your labor, It has crowns for you to win; Open wide the glory-shutters, Fling the doors of deeds far-open, Till the sunshine saunters in! Not Extravagant. "Are the members of the legislature extravagant in their habits?" inquired a suspicious citizen of a press reporter. "No, not at all!" answered the veracious reporter. "I know several of them who came here at the beginning of the session with a clean shirt and a five-dollar bill, and they haven't changed either of them yet!" Away from the Winter. Away from the Winter and all his wild ways, To the blossoms that smile in the spring's laughing days,-- To the rivers that sing In the gladness of spring, Where the birds cleave the air on the love-laden wing! Away from the walks of the snow-smitten town To the fields where the bees for the honeys go down, To the vales and the hills, And the love-singing rills, And the song of disconsolate, grieved whippoor-wills! Away to the paths where the white lilies grow And the daisies besprinkle the meadows below; Where the roses blush new In the arms of the dew, And the stars toss the sweets of their kisses at you! Just be Patient. Don't you worry at stupidity! It may be trying some Just to keep your patience present when the dullard pounds the drum, And the discord of his rumpus fills the palace of your soul With a horrid inclination that you hardly can control; But the world keeps making music, and as on the ages fly It will learn the angel chorus, and will sing it bye and bye! Don't you worry at the darkness! It may seem a little thick As through life's entangled thickets you your pathways try to pick, And the struggle for advancement seems so bitter as you roam Through these vagrant ways of wonder to the beacon-lights of home; Over yonder shines God's lantern! And the shadows all shall die, In the glories of the sunshine when we reach the bye and bye! Don't you worry at the winter! When the snow is all about; It may seem a time of trouble for the blossoms peeping out, And the sere leases of the forest and the dead grass of the hills Bring a set-back to the roses and the lilies have the chills; But the world is rolling onward! and the spring is drawing nigh, When the birds will spill their music through the blossoms bye and bye!