It is Always So.
There is always in every pleasure
A something akin to pain,
The heart, tho' brim full of treasure,
Beats ever a sad refrain.
A something akin to pain,
The heart, tho' brim full of treasure,
Beats ever a sad refrain.
The laugh that is gayest is fleetest,
A sigh oft follows its tone
As the song that is sung, tho' sweetest,
Has a rythmn of sadness its own.
A sigh oft follows its tone
As the song that is sung, tho' sweetest,
Has a rythmn of sadness its own.
The music of waves have a murmur,
An undertone trenchant and deep,
As of troubled unrest, or of hope deferred:
A something to 'waken from sleep.
An undertone trenchant and deep,
As of troubled unrest, or of hope deferred:
A something to 'waken from sleep.
If you gain the prize you have toiled for long
And happiness seems so near,
Shadows will follow in fearful throng;
Some one will cause you a tear.
And happiness seems so near,
Shadows will follow in fearful throng;
Some one will cause you a tear.
If you find friends true, you will find them false.
As hope to the earth is thrown
By the cruel words of a soul who halts
To give you a cutting tone.
As hope to the earth is thrown
By the cruel words of a soul who halts
To give you a cutting tone.
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