When pain ends, gain ends too.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!

Who knows but the world may end tonight

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!