When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
Two frogs fell into a can of cream,
Or so I’ve heard it told;
The sides of the can were shiny & steep,
The cream was deep & cold.
A little brown cork
Fell in the path of a whale
Who lashed it down
With his angry tail.
One ship sails east and another west
While the selfsame breezes blow.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
The way we use adversity
is strictly our own choice,
For in God's Hands adversity
can make the heart rejoice—
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire,
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
I walked a mile with Gladness,
She chatted all the way,
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
Hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,