Don’t Take It To Heart
There’s many a trouble
Would break like a bubble,
And into the waters of Lethe* depart,
Did we not rehearse it,
And tenderly nurse it,
And give it a permanent place in the heart.
There’s many a sorrow
Would vanish to-morrow,
Were we but willing to furnish the wings:
So sadly intruding,
And quietly brooding,
It hatches all sorts of horrible things.
How welcome the seeming,
Of looks that are beaming,
Whether one’s wealthy or whether one’s poor;
Eyes bright as a berry,
Cheeks red as a cherry,
The groan, and the curse, and the heartache can cure.
Resolve to be merry,
All worry to ferry,
Across the famed waters that bid us forget.
And no longer fearful,
But happy and cheerful,
We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet.
By Georgiana C. Clark
*Lethe is the name of the river of forgetfulness in Greek mythology.
Georgiana Charlotte Clark was an English writer and editor. Georgiana Charlotte Clark passed away on 29 April 1878 in Holloway, London, England.
There’s many a trouble
Would break like a bubble,
And into the waters of Lethe* depart,
Did we not rehearse it,
And tenderly nurse it,
And give it a permanent place in the heart.
There’s many a sorrow
Would vanish to-morrow,
Were we but willing to furnish the wings:
So sadly intruding,
And quietly brooding,
It hatches all sorts of horrible things.
How welcome the seeming,
Of looks that are beaming,
Whether one’s wealthy or whether one’s poor;
Eyes bright as a berry,
Cheeks red as a cherry,
The groan, and the curse, and the heartache can cure.
Resolve to be merry,
All worry to ferry,
Across the famed waters that bid us forget.
And no longer fearful,
But happy and cheerful,
We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet.
By Georgiana C. Clark
*Lethe is the name of the river of forgetfulness in Greek mythology.
Georgiana Charlotte Clark was an English writer and editor. Georgiana Charlotte Clark passed away on 29 April 1878 in Holloway, London, England.
