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Edgar Guest - The Contented ManEdgar Guest - The Contented Man
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I`VE had a heap of fun and I`ve had a heap of sorrow, I`ve had a heap of pleasure and I`ve had a heap of pain, But I `m treading just as gayly, just as bravely toward tomorrow, And I `m looking for the sunshine, but I `m ready for the rain. Always hoping for the best, For the peace and perfect rest, Always hoping for the sunshine and the roses dripping dew; But should gloom and sadness come, They will find me never glum, I will greet old grim misfortune with a cheery howdy-do. I`ve had a heap of laughing and I`ve had a heap of sighing, I`ve  had a heap of sadness and I`ve had a heap of mirth; And I`ve come to the conclusion that in spite of all our trying, We are bound to meet some sorrow as we journey on the earth. For the best I `m always praying, But life isn`t always playing, And whatever is my fortune, be it good or dismal quite, I will try to take it bravely, And to view my duty gravely, Still believing that what happens is inevitably right. I`ve had a heap of winning and I`ve had a heap of failing, I`ve had my share of praises and I`ve had my share of blame, And I`ve come to the conclusion that life`s sea on which we `re sailing Is made up very justly of proportions of the same. For the calm and pleasant weather I am thankful altogether, And I `m hopeful, ever hopeful, that no more storm-tossed I`ll be; But should storm clouds quickly lower, I will neither shrink nor cower, But I`ll face the gale serenely and I`ll try to ride the sea. O, I`ve known a lot of people, and I`ve heard of many others, But I never knew or heard of one who hadn`t tasted woe; All the fathers here and brothers here, the sisters and the mothers, Must meet with disappointments and with sorrows as they go. Not a one that Fate has missed, Or a sunbeam left unkissed, Each has tasted pain and pleasure, each has suffered good and wrong; So, while hoping for the best, I am ready for the test, I will face whate`er is sent me, and I`ll sing my way along.
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