UNHAPPY DAYS.

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THE mournful and unhappy days, like winter, come and go.
We should not be discouraged, they will end, they come and go.
Our bitter griefs and sorrows do not tarry with us long;
Like customers arrayed in line, they come, and then they go.

Over the heads of nations persecutions, troubles, woes,
Pass, like the caravan along the road; they come and go.
The world is like a garden, and men are like the flowers;
How many roses, violets and balsams come and go!

Let not the strong then boast themselves, nor let the weak be sad,
For divers persons of all kinds pass on, they come and go.
Fearless and unafraid the sun sends forth his beaming light;
The dark clouds, toward the house of prayer float past they come and go.

Earth to her well-taught son belongs, with motherly caress,
But the unlettered races like nomads come and go.
Djivan, a guest-room is the world, the nations are the guests;
Such is the law of nature; they pass—they come and go.