Classic Poem

A TRUCE to all singing,
Our moments are flying —
Let's speed them with laughter away.
The waves of life's river
Return again never
Then let us enjoy what we may.

Nor dim the light shining,
By foolish repining,
Because it will not always stay.
It may be to-morrow
Will bring us some sorrow,
Then let us be happy to-day.

We all have our crosses,
Our trials and losses;
The best and the wisest are they
Who humbly thank Heaven
For what it has given,
And gather life's bloom by the way.

The heart's fairest flowers
Are nursed by the showers
We weep on life's dubious way;
And Hope's brightest rainbows
Are born of our pain-throes:
So, let us be glad while we may.