Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of sky
Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin' by
On a sea o' smooth blue water. Oh, I ain't an egotist,
With an 'I' in all my thinkin', but I'm willin' to insist
No children in the house to play—
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
Get to understand the lad-
He's not eager to be bad;
If the right he always knew,
He would be as old as you.
Here's our story, page by page,
Happy youth and middle-age,
Smile and tear-drop, weal and woe
Such as all who live must know-
You are the fellow that has to decide
Whether you'll do it or toss it aside.
You are the fellow who makes up your mind
Whether you'll lead or will linger behind
One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes;
One never sees
How far a smile of friendship flees.
Down, through the years,
You think that the failures are many,
You think the successes are few,
But you judge by the rule of the penny,
And not by the good that men do.
'How much do babies cost?' said he
The other night upon my knee;
And then I said: 'They cost a lot;
When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a man must place his trust.
There is no power in mortal speech
The anguish of his soul to reach,