WE KNOW NOT WHY
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WE KNOW NOT WHY
'Tis true, to some Good luck will come As we go life's path along; While to others here There's naught of cheer, And every thing goes wrong.
Yet we cannot know Why it is so—For a few there is peace complete; The while for some There is not a crumb From the loaf of comfort sweet.
Some know not the turmoil Of struggle and toil—Yet there's enough and to spare for those Who can live at their ease And do as they please—And their crown is entwined with the rose.
