The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Man who frets at Worldly Strife
THE MAN WHO FRETS AT WORLDLY
STRIFE.
“A merry heart goes all the way,
A sad one tires in a mile-a.”
he man who frets at worldly strife,
Grows sallow, sour, and thin;
Give us the lad whose happy life
Is one perpetual grin;
He, Midas-like, turns all to gold,
He smiles when others sigh,
Enjoys alike the hot and cold,
And laughs through wet and dry.
There’s fun in every thing we meet,
The greatest, worst, and best,
Existence is a merry treat,
And every speech a jest:
Be’t ours to watch the crowds that pass
Where Mirth’s gay banner waves;
To show fools through a quizzing-glass,
And bastinade the knaves.
The serious world will scold and ban,
In clamor loud and hard,
To hear Meigs called a Congressman,
And Paulding styled a bard;
But, come what may, the man’s in luck
Who turns it all to glee,
And laughing, cries, with honest Puck,
“Great Lord! what fools ye be.”
