The bitter or the sweet of life
Is often ours to choose,
Sweet love is antidote to strife —
The bitter, then, refuse.
Let not the angry word be said,
At home, at work, or play;
Like waters pure from fountain-head
Let smiles cheer up thy way.
Let Mara’s bitter waters flow
Alone on deserts wild;
On life’s highway, whereon we go,
Let looks and words be mild.
Let wreaths of smiles chase every frown
From God’s own image fair;
Then friendship’s loving hands shall crown
Thy head with blessings rare.
Now, all along life’s rugged way
Let flowers displace the thorn,
And grief and care shall flee away
From hearts that erst were torn!
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