THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.
How pleasant it is at the end of the day,No follies to have to repent;But reflect on the past and be able to say,That my time has been properly spent.When I’ve done all my work with patience and care,And been good and obliging and kind,I lay on my pillow and sleep away care,With a happy and peaceable mind.But instead of all this, if it must be confessed,That I careless and idle have been,I lay down as usual and go to my rest,But full discontented within.Then, as I don’t like all the trouble I’ve had,In future I’ll try to prevent it,For I never am naughty without being sad,Or good—without being contented.
How pleasant it is at the end of the day,No follies to have to repent;But reflect on the past and be able to say,That my time has been properly spent.When I’ve done all my work with patience and care,And been good and obliging and kind,I lay on my pillow and sleep away care,With a happy and peaceable mind.But instead of all this, if it must be confessed,That I careless and idle have been,I lay down as usual and go to my rest,But full discontented within.Then, as I don’t like all the trouble I’ve had,In future I’ll try to prevent it,For I never am naughty without being sad,Or good—without being contented.
How pleasant it is at the end of the day,No follies to have to repent;But reflect on the past and be able to say,That my time has been properly spent.
How pleasant it is at the end of the day,
No follies to have to repent;
But reflect on the past and be able to say,
That my time has been properly spent.
When I’ve done all my work with patience and care,And been good and obliging and kind,I lay on my pillow and sleep away care,With a happy and peaceable mind.
When I’ve done all my work with patience and care,
And been good and obliging and kind,
I lay on my pillow and sleep away care,
With a happy and peaceable mind.
But instead of all this, if it must be confessed,That I careless and idle have been,I lay down as usual and go to my rest,But full discontented within.
But instead of all this, if it must be confessed,
That I careless and idle have been,
I lay down as usual and go to my rest,
But full discontented within.
Then, as I don’t like all the trouble I’ve had,In future I’ll try to prevent it,For I never am naughty without being sad,Or good—without being contented.
Then, as I don’t like all the trouble I’ve had,
In future I’ll try to prevent it,
For I never am naughty without being sad,
Or good—without being contented.
—Jane and Ann Taylor.