Though clouds may arise and tempests assail,
And loud sound the wild, tempestuous gale,
And fortune may frown-whatever betide,
Never, no, never look on the dark side. HHHH 104.1
When the high and the proud seem to treat thee with scorn.
And thy bosom with anguish is torn and forlorn,
When friends e’en forsake and coldly deride-
Never, no, never look on the dark side. HHHH 104.2
Though no light gleams o’er thy desolate way,
To cheer the lonely, wearisome day,
Remember, lone one, whatever betide,
Beyond the dark cloud there is a bright side. HHHH 104.3
If the pain of affliction thou wouldst allay,
And make troubles and trials vanish away,
And down life’s dark stream in peace thou wouldst glide,
Ever, yes, ever look on the bright side. HHHH 104.4
Like the storm-beaten sailor tossed on the wave,
Fearless and bold thou the tempest must brave;
And if thou wouldst conquer, whatever betide,
Ever, yes, ever look on the bright side. HHHH 104.5