Hark how it bubbles and rings,
Mark how it closes:
_Luck, luck,
What luck?
Good enough for me,
I'm alive, you see!
Sun shining,
No repining;
Never borrow
Idle sorrow;
Drop it!
Cover it up!
Hold your cup!
Joy will fill it,
Don't spill it,
Steady, be ready,
Good luck!_

1899.



THE RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET


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Where's your kingdom, little king?
Where the land you call your own,
Where your palace and your throne?