DELMORE SCHWARTZ
His chance to -ni cht, it may be thine tomorrow;
Be blithe in hean for ony ad venture;
For o[t with wi se men , 't has been sa id aforrow,
Without g ladn ess availi s no treasure.
Mak th ee g ude cheer of it tha t God thee sends,
For wand 's wrack but welfare nocht avail s.
No gude is thine, save onl y tha t thou spends;
Remanent a ll thou brooki s but with bales.
Seek
to
solace when sadness thee assail s;
In do lour long they life may no t endure,
Wherefore of comfo rt set up all thy sa il s;
Without g ladness ava ilis no treasure.
Fo ll ow on pity, £l ee troubl e and deba te,
With famo us folk aye hold th y company;
Be ch aritabl e and humbl e in thy esta te,
For wa rdl y ho nour lastes but a cry;
For troubl e in earth take no melancholy;
Be ri ch in pa tience, if tho u in goods be poor;
Who lives merry he lives mi chtil y;
Without g ladn ess availis no treasure.
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So saying, joyous , with a sense of h aving done proudly wha t
he wanted
to
do , and with the fog hiding from him most of the
stree t and surrounding his head, h e came back
to
hi s house and
the room wh ere h e would be once more al one.
November
14-17, 1937
