What’s the use of weeping
When the day goes wrong?
Better to be keeping
Pace with mirth and song.
December is December,
But May is always May,
And shine and shade, remember,
Will each come in its day.
Gloom’s an old, old story,
As ancient as the earth.
And men with heads now hoary
Have measured out its worth.
They speak with one opinion
That, not in gloom and mists,
But in sunshine’s dominion
The wealth of men consists.