Don’t You Care

If your sky is low’ry,

             Don’t you care;

     If your path ain’t flow’ry.

             Don’t you care;

Keep a manner that’s beguiling,

Keep a face that’s always smiling,

Keep your sunshine pot a-b’iling,

             Don’t you care.

If you’re often worried,

             Don’t you care;

     If you’re easy flurried,

             Don’t you care;

Take your heavy burdens lightly,

Let your star of hope shine brightly,

Take your time and do things rightly,

             Don’t you care.

     If the world grows better,

             Don’t you care;

     Keep it to the letter,

             Don’t you care;

What fanatics say don’t matter,

Turn a deaf ear to their clatter,

Let your good old heart grow fatter,

             Don’t you care.

     Don’t you care a little bit,

     There’s an end to all of it,

     Make your life a perfect fit,

             Don’t you care.

Oct. 20, 1894

Pub. in Boston Courier,

  Oct. 28, 1894