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Show I TO THE UNFORTUNATE. What though you've fallen? Rise again And face the cold world and its jeers. Lie not supine, nor hide your face, Nor try to melt the ice with tears. Rise up, though aching, black and blue, Upward and onward your device. Perhaps your neighbor, though he laugh, May scatter ashes on te ice. Be not discouraged. Others, too, Have sat down lately with a bump. The seismographs would overwork If they recorded every thump. Brush off your trousers or your skirt, Continue calmly on your way, As if your bruises didn't hurt, As if you did it every day. Somerville Journal. |