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Edgar Guest - Joys Within Reach
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You needn`t be rich to be happy,
You needn`t be famous to smile; 
There are joys for the poorest of toilers
If only he`ll think them worth while. 
There are blue skies and sunshine a-plenty,
And blossoms for all to behold; 
And always the bright days outnumber
The dark and the cheerless and cold.

Sweet sleep`s not a gift of the wealthy,
And love`s not alone for the great;
For men to grow old and successful
It isn`t joy`s custom to wait. 
The poorest of toilers has blessings
His richer companions may crave; 
And many a man who has riches
Goes sorrowing on to the grave.

You`ll never be happy tomorrow
If you are not happy today;
If you`re missing the joys that are present
And sighing for joys far away.
The rose will not bloom any fairer
In the glorious years that may be; 
Great riches won`t sweeten its fragrance
Nor help you its beauties to see.

Today is the time to make merry,
`Tis folly for fortune to wait; 
You`ll not find the skies any bluer
If ever you come to be great.
You`ll not find your joys any brighter,
No matter what fortune you win;
Make the most of life`s sunshine this minute,
Tomorrow`s too late to begin.
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