Never Look Sad

         BY T. H. BAYLEY

Never look sad-nothing's so bad

  As getting familiar with sorrow;

Treat him to-day in a cavalier way,

  And he'll seek other quarters to-morrow.

Long you'd not weep, would you but peep

  At the bright side of every trial;

Fortune you'll find is often most king,

  When chilling your hopes with denial.

Let the sad day carry away

  Its own little burdens of sorrow,

Or you may miss half of the bliss

  That comes in the lap to-morrow.

When hope is wreck'd, pause and reflect,

  If error occasioned your sadness;

If it be so, hereafter you'll know

  How to steer to the harbour of gladness.