Keep Serene

Natur gives us clouds enough,

     What’s the use in scowlin’;

Gives us plenty thunder rough,

     No need uv us a-growlin’.

Let ol’ Natur weep an’ sigh,

Let her bust the hull blame sky;

She can grieve fur you an’ I,

     Let her do the howlin’!

May 25, 1895

Pub. in Boston

Courier, June 

 2, 1895