Poems (Larcom)/Three Old Saws

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THREE OLD SAWS.
IF the world seems cold to you,  Kindle fires to warm it! Let their comfort hide from view  Winters that deform it. Hearts as frozen as your own  To that radiance gather. You will soon forget to moan "Ah I the cheerless weather!"
If the world 's a wilderness,  Go, build houses in it! Will it help your loneliness  On the winds to din it? Raise a hut, however slight;  Weeds and brambles smother; And to roof and meal invite  Some forlorner brother.
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If the world 's a vale of tears,  Smile, till rainbows span it! Breathe the love that life endears,  Clear of clouds to fan it. Of your gladness lend a gleam  Unto souls that shiver; Show them how dark Sorrow's stream  Blends with Hope's bright river.
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