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DO NOT SAY THAT THE WORLD IS COLD.
Do not say that the world is cold,
The world is a glorious place,
And friends are the same as of old
For each has a generous face.
It is only ourselves that have changed,
The present eclipses the past,
And we are too early estranged
From the love which endures to the last.
The world is a glorious place,
And friends are the same as of old
For each has a generous face.
It is only ourselves that have changed,
The present eclipses the past,
And we are too early estranged
From the love which endures to the last.
This pride. is it never to blame?
Is the word so easy to speak
Withheld, while we barter for fame
The life we are yearning to seek?
'Mid the desolate tracks of the soul,
Full oft an oasis is hid
By turning aside from the goal,
Or the too sudden droop of a lid.
Is the word so easy to speak
Withheld, while we barter for fame
The life we are yearning to seek?
'Mid the desolate tracks of the soul,
Full oft an oasis is hid
By turning aside from the goal,
Or the too sudden droop of a lid.
Alas! as we go on alone,
How little we value the cost
Of sacrifice, save for our own,
In the joy another has lost.
How little we value the cost
Of sacrifice, save for our own,
In the joy another has lost.
