Edgar Guest - HappinessEdgar Guest - Happiness
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If he sunbeams will not start you to rejoicing,
If the laughter of your babies you can hear
Without little songs of gladness gayly voicing,
If their dancing doesn`t drive away your tear;
If you don`t find happiness where they are playing,
If they do not make your pathways bright and sunny,
Then gladness from your heart has gone a-straying
And you won`t be any happier with money.
If the blue skies bending over you don`t thrill you,
If the roses just a-bursting into bloom
With a sense of perfect pleasure do not fill you,
If the song birds do not chase away your gloom;
If you cannot find contentment in your cottage
Then your heart for joy has not become a chalice,
If you cannot, smiling, eat your simple pottage,
Then you`d not be any happier in a palace.
If a troop of healthy, laughing boys and lassies
Doesn`t strike you as a reason to rejoice;
If the glories of the earth, when winter passes,
You behold and still retain a whining voice;
If it doesn`t rouse your spirits to go fishing,
Then your heart is but a cupboard for despair,
And for money all in vain today you`re wishing,
You`d make a most unhappy millionaire.
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