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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about Town and Country; or, life at home and abroad, without and within us.

    Here’s to a heart that’s ever bright,
        Whatever may betide it,
    Though fortune may not smile aright,
        And evil is beside it;
    That lets the world go smiling on,
        But, when it leans to sadness,
    Will cheer the heart of every one
        With its bright smile of gladness! 
    A fig for those who always sigh
        And fear an ill to-morrow;
    Who, when they have no troubles nigh,
        Will countless evils borrow;
    Who poison every cup of joy,
        By throwing in a bramble;
    And every hour of time employ
        In a vexatious scramble. 
    What though the heart be sometimes sad! 
        ’T is better not to show it;
    ’T will only chill a heart that’s glad,
        If it should chance to know it. 
    So, cheer thee up if evil’s nigh,
        Droop not beneath thy sadness;
    If sorrow finds thou wilt not sigh,
        ’T will leave thy heart to gladness.

MORNING BEAUTY.

    Brightly now on every hill
        The sun’s first rays are beaming,
    And dew-drops on each blade of grass
        Are in their beauty gleaming. 
    O’er every hill and every vale
        The huntsman’s horn is sounding,
    And gayly o’er each brook and fence
        His noble steed is bounding. 
    There’s beauty in the glorious sun
        When high mid heaven ’t is shining,
    There’s beauty in the forest oak
        When vines are round it twining;
    There’s beauty in each flower that blooms,
        Each star whose light is glancing
    From heaven to earth, as on apace
        ’T is noiselessly advancing. 
    Beauties are all around thy path,
        And gloriously they’re shining;
    Nature hath placed them everywhere,
        To guard men from repining. 
    Yet ’mong them all there’s naught more fair,
        This beauteous earth adorning,
    Than the bright beauty gathering round
        The early hours of morning.

THE RECOMPENSE OF GOODNESS.

    When our hours shall all be numbered,
        And the time shall come to die,
    When the tear that long hath slumbered
        Sparkles in the watcher’s eye,
    Shall we not look back with pleasure
        To the hour when some lone heart,
    Of our soul’s abundant treasure,
        From our bounty took a part? 
    When the hand of death is resting
        On the friend we most do love,
    And the spirit fast is hasting
        To its holy home above,
    Then the memory of each favor
        We have given will to us be
    Like a full and holy savor,
        Bearing blessings rich and free. 
    O, then, brother, let thy labor
        Be to do good while you live,
    And to every friend and neighbor
        Some kind word and sweet smile give. 
    Do it, all thy soul revealing,
        And within your soul you’ll know
    How one look of kindly feeling
        Cause the tides of love to flow.

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