Each day a reason to fly birds find,
They never untune their songs with pains of the mind.
Sun will not stay an extra hour for a saddened face,
Nor Moon a little longer for a toil-worn man grace.

Awake brother! awake and shake off thy tired frown,
What is true joy but to comprehend life ups and down,
For there is no fertile ground that will not grow weed,
And no truly fulfilled man that has no need.