Out of his thicket of roses;

Hark how it bubbles and rings,

Mark how it closes:

Luck, luck,

What luck?

Good enough for me,

I'm alive, you see!

Sun shining,

No repining;

Never borrow

Idle sorrow;

Drop it!

Cover it up!

Hold your cup!

Joy will fill it,

Don't spill it,

Steady, be ready,

Good luck!

1899.

 THE RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET

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