Let’s oftener talk of nobler deeds
And rarer of the bad ones
And sing about our happy days
And not about the sad ones.
We were not made to fret and sigh
And when grief sleeps to wake it
Bright happiness is standing by
And life is what you make it.
Let’s find the sunny side of men
Or be believers in it
A light there is in every soul
That takes the pains to win it
Oh! There is slumbering good in all
And we perchance may wake it
Our hand contains the magic wand
This life is what we make it.
Then here’s to those whose loving hearts
Shed life and joy about them
Thanks be to them for countless gems
We never had known without them
Oh this should be a happy world
To all who may partake it
The fault’s your own if it is not-
For life is what we make it.