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THE comfort of life may be clearly defined,


And each may come in for his share
All trouble IS merely freak of the mind


Alas! how we're apt to despair
In all situations man may be glad,


lie ne'er was created Tor woe;
Let him seek and he'll find there's bliss TO be had


And plenty of comfort below.
Too oft we are carelss of what we enjoy,


And seldom contented day;
We suffer each passion our peace to annoy,


And triiie cur moments away.
Let us look at our neighbors of every degree,


And all their misfortuncs review
Ten thousand unfortunate creatures you'll see.


More wretched and friendless than YOU.
Then let us not fall in an error so wrong.


But trust to a power above
BE cheerful and gay with friend and song,


And live with contentment and love.