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Life is a jest;Life must be what we make of it.
— Edgar Guest
Life is a jest;Life must be what we make of it.
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,That couldn't be done, and he did it.
When you get to know a fellow, know his joys and know his cares,In the brother that you jeered at when you only knew his name.
Oh, you'll not be any poorer if you smile along your way,You can rise to wealth and glory and still pause to be a friend.
To have no secret place whereinExactly what men think I am.
"How much do babies cost?" said heBut every one is worth it all.
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything.
So long as men shall be on earthFor men to work and struggle for.
Only a dad with a tired face,To see him come and to hear his voice.
I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,A lickin' often does a fellow good.
Can't is the word that is foe to ambition,And answer this demon by saying: "I can."
The things are mighty few on earthWe've got to work to gain.
Less hate and greedLess talk of war machines.
You can do as much as you think you can,If you feel that you're going to do it.
Life is a gift that the humblest may boast ofYou'll find that in service its beauty improves.
Courage was never designed for show;It's the breath of life and a strong man's creed.
'Tis better to have tried in vain,From him shall others learn the way.
No one is beat till he quits,In the dust and refuses to rise.
When you're up against a trouble,See it through!
I hold no dream of fortune vast,And proudly call me friend.
The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;By leaving better than he found to bloom along the way.
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.
