I
would be happy, free from care,
And have my life one glad, glad song;
I
would bring sunshine everywhere,
And have no mortal heart beat wrong.
But
how can I quite happy be
And try to cheer some saddened soul,
When
winter is so close to me,
And I have not a pound of coal?
No
man can be up in the air
When things are troubling him below;
No
man can banish earthly care
And think of winter’s ice and snow.
No
man with happiness can glow,
No man can scoff at dire distress
And
be chock full of joy and know –
His coal bin’s full of emptiness.
Nov.
4, 1910
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