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The Way of the World.
Belle Waldron.

This world is a queer sort of place.
As you journey along you will find
You had better conceal any trouble you feel
If you wish to make friends with mankind.

No matter how heavy your load
Pray don't mention the fact, as you go
And dont ask for a lift, while your burden you shift,
Or your friends a cold shoulder will show.

If your heart is breaking with grief
Or misfortune embitters your days
You just bear it alone, without murmur or groan
And the world will accord you its praise.

Since ever life's journey must be
Along ways where the mortal crowd goes
You'd best laugh & make friends
For you'll compass your ends
Much easier, than if you make foes.