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Edgar Guest - The Way Of The World
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IT`S ALL in the way that you look at the world,
It`s all in the way that you do things,
With laughter or sorrow your lips may be curled,
But it`s all in the way that you view things.
Yes, it`s all in the way that you journey along
That makes life a plague or a pleasure,
The mind is the fountain of wailing or song
And a man is the judge of the measure.

It`s all in the way that you look at your woe
And not in the woe that is sent you;
You may bear it with courage and smile as you go,
Or frown and let it discontent you.
For care is a creature that`s born of the mind,
And gloom is a cloud we can scatter,
The thorn of the rose if we seek we can find,
But the thorn of the rose doesn`t matter.

We can make our own sunshine and make our own mirth,
We can add to our trouble by moping;
We can make a grim graveyard of this glad old earth
By giving up loving and hoping.
For it`s all in the way that we look at the world,
Yes, it`s all in the way that we view things,
With sorrow or laughter our lips may be curled
For it`s all in the way that we do things.
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