"When the Sad Time Ends."

What's the use to beckon trouble As you journey down the road? Life will find its burdens double If it cherishes the load! Keep a smile and be contented With the favors fortune sends, And the joys will romp around you Till the sad time ends. What's the use to keep complaining At the gifts the good days bring? For each tear that flows from heart-ache There's a hundred laughs that sing; For the day that's dark and gloomy, God a hundred bright days lends, And his sunshine will be ceaseless When the sad time ends. What's the use to go to growling When the comrades that you knew Turn their backs on all your kindness And unsheathe their knives for you? For the scamp that proves a traitor, You will find a hundred friends, And their golden hearts ne'er waver Till the sad time ends.

What's the use to welcome trouble? Chase it from the paths you go! There is always plenty of it If you cherish every woe. Keep your life alight with gladness Till a song each day attends; You will reach the land of sunshine When the sad time ends.