Poetry: The World As It Is

This world is not eo bad a wovld As 8oii:e woulti hko to makcit ; Thongh, wheihcr good, ur whothcr bad, Dependa on how wc t;ikc t. For if wc scold nnd fret nil day, F rom devy mom till even ; This world will ne'cr afibrd to man A foretn3te lierc of henven. Thie wotld in truih's as good a wor'.d A o'er was known toany Vho hnve not seen anoihcr yct, (And líese aro very many ;) And if iho men and wnien too Have ploniy of employmcnt, Thost surely nuist bc hnrd to please, Who cannot find enjoyment. Tli is world ia quito a clever worlJ, In rain or plniismt wentlier, If peoilo would biu loarn to live In nnrmony vogmher ; Norseek to buist llio kindly bond By love and pcacc cemcnied, And le.'.rn tliat best of li-ssons yct, To ulwaya bo contoated. Thon wero ilic world a plezant wor'.d, And plonsani folks were in it ; The doy would pass most pk-nsmtly To ibose who thus begin ii ; And all the nameks3 grievances Brough; on I y borrowed troublc, Would prove, as certainly tiiey are, A mnss of empty bubbles I