Never Worry

Let us never worry!
The flowers little care
How much of the weather
Is foul or is fair;
They blossom at morning;
They fade at the noon,
And blooming and fading
Their beauty dies soon.

Let us never worry!
The birds freely sing
In autumn's drear weather
As blithe as in spring;
They chorus their music
In joy's happy tune,
And singing and singing
Their songs vanish soon.

Let us never worry!
If short is the life,
Whether laughing with music
Or weeping with strife;
'Tis the shine of the morning,--
'Tis late afternoon;
Ah, the night-fall is coming
And darkness so soon!