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But let us be merry—though Summer is gone. 
And Autumn away is gliding; 
And hoary Winter, now hunying on, 
With storms and snows, will be here anon, 
’Mid winds all loudly chiding. 
Still, ever be meny, as I am now. 
Thorough the wintry weather; 
For ye have the bright hearth’s cheering glow. 
While for me the ruddy hedge-ben'ies grow. 
So let us be gay together! 
Oh! ever be meny !—what do ye gain 
By murmuring, fretting, sighing? — 
Why ever strive to discover pain ? 
Why court the things of which ye complain P 
Why on life’s dark side be prying P 
Cease — cease, and be merry; — Oh come to me. 
E’en a bird shall teach ye reason — 
Shall show ye how gaily and happily 
Poor Robin can sing in a leafless tree. 
And love e’en the dreariest season. 
Then ever be meny — a lesson take now, 
That well ye may aye remember; 
A contented heart and a cloudless brow 
Can light life’s shadowy path with a glow. 
Like sunshine in dim November. 
