Salt Lake Tribune | 1908-10-11 | Page 4 | What's the Use?

WHAT'S THE USE? I've my share of troubles earthful but so many tilings are wonderful I am given to bo mirthful as I go upon my way I am very fond of dining and of langorous reclining and the sun for mo Is shining when It's not a cloudy day: 1 have much delight In smoking, thcro is always fun In Joking, and there's pleasure in invoking dreama of rare and rosy hues; I should ha a cynic bitter if T chose to. or a quitter, but the birds without there twitter In their branches, "What's the use?" 1 I've no doubt that 1 could double finite my qunntlty of trouble, but a irouble's but a bubble that aoon vanishes from sight; I could probably be tearful If T wanted to or fearful, but I can as well be checr-lul checr-lul if I go about It right;" And 1 get each day a measure of quite . philosophic pleasure just by laying up a treasure of the sunshine: on my way, Thnt will comfort me hereafter and at-I at-I ' tune my volco tu laughter that shall ring from floor to rafter when It comes a rainy day. When the summer flowers are blooming, though I know that time is dooming them to doath. I keep perfuming1 all my memory with them, And I bcj of you to hear mc, lit the winter win-ter time they cheer mo, and mch one .scorns nodding near me from its thorn-encrustcd thorn-encrustcd stem; When the sun Is brightly shining I storo up some silver lining that I may not bo repining if It's dark another day, And when Joy's fleet hours are tripping and the sweets of pleasure dripping; in the intervals of sipping 1 just hide a bit away. j So in verse that's well appointed and of meter word-anointed, with a rhyme that's triple-jointed as I think you will agree, !Lct me bid you. cease your fretting, find some new pleasure in forgetting and before the sun Is setting seek some happiness with me; Think the sun Is brightly gleaming-, think the hours with joys are teeming, there Is alwoys time for dreaming dreams of rare and rosy hues, Be not ever cynic bitter, and be never once a quitter, for the birds without there twitter In their branches, "What's the use?" ! J. W. Foley, In New York Times.