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sages rave, with visage grave,
 * To prove this world's beyond all bearing,

But ne'er forget, some warm hearts yet
 * Are left, which make it worth the wearing.

If clouds should lour, and friends look sour,
 * 'Tis only neighbour's fare your finding;

One maxim still cures every ill,
 * Cheer up! and keep on never minding!

One thing's quite clear, no mortal here,
 * Hath happiness without some sorrow;

And tho' to-day joy flies away,
 * It may come back again to-morrow.

No hour so drear, but in its rear,
 * Some warmer, brighter tint is winding;

Then come what may, play out the play—
 * Cheer up! and keep on never minding!