Logan Republican | 1914-09-01 | Page 3 | The Bitter and the Sweet

THE BITTER AND THE SWEET Tho skies cannot always bo clear, my dear; Tho merriest eyo may still have 1U tear; Tho sorrow that lurks In your bosom today, Llko tho clouds, when you've wopt, will go floating away, And the skies will be blue that are sullen and gray, My dear. If It's going to rain, my dear, It will rain; The day will not brighten because you complain; .There aro sorrows that every good ' woman must bear, There are griefs of which every goo-J man has a share; It Is only tho fool who has never a care, My dear. I The skies cannot always bo clear, ' my dear; Sweets wouldn't bo sweet wero no . i bitterness hero; ' There could never be Joy If there never was sorrow, The sob of today may bo laughter tomorrow; to-morrow; There Is gladness as well as black trouble to borrow, My dear.