Smile a little, smile a little, <br /> As you go along, <br />Not alone when life is pleasant, <br /> But when things go wrong. <br />Care delights to see you frowning, <br /> Loves to hear you sigh; <br />Turn a smiling face upon her – <br /> Quick the dame will fly. <br /> <br />Smile a little, smile a little, <br /> All along the road; <br />Every life must have its burden, <br /> Every heart its load. <br />Why sit down in gloom and darkness <br />With your grief to sup? <br />As you drink Fate’s bitter tonic, <br /> Smile across the cup. <br /> <br />Smile upon the troubled pilgrims <br /> Whom you pass and meet; <br />Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms <br /> Oft for weary feet. <br />Do not make the way seem harder <br /> By a sullen face; <br />Smile a little, smile a little, <br /> Brighten up the place. <br /> <br />Smile upon your undone labour; <br /> Not for one who grieves <br />O’er his task waits wealth or glory; <br /> He who smiles achieves. <br />Though you meet with loss and sorrow <br /> In the passing years, <br />Smile a little, smile a little, <br /> Even through your tears.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smiles/
