By Carrie Law Morgan Figgs (in 1921)
1
A moment of pleasure,
An hour of pain,
A day of sunshine,
A week of rain,
A fortnight of peace,
A month of strife,
These taken together
Make up life.
2
One real friend
To a dozen foes,
Two open gates,
’Giants twenty that’s closed,
Prosperity’s chair,
Then adversity’s knife;
These my friends
Make up life.
3
At daybreak a blossom,
At noontime a rose,
At twilight ’tis withered,
At evening ’tis closed.
The din of confusion,
The strain of the fife,
These with other things
Make up life.
4
A smile, then a tear,
Like a mystic pearl,
A pause, then a rush
Into the mad whirl,
A kiss, then a stab
From a traitor’s knife;
I think that you’ll agree with me,
That this life.
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