There stands a tree! That dogged tree that clings ever firmly by the raging sea bravely it withstood a thousand wind-seizes Yet still, it holds strong - with floated wings. When life turns its side and dreams take a hide Hold on - Be strong
Fate used me meanly; but I looked at her and laughed,
That none might know how bitter was the cup I quaffed.
Along came Joy, and paused beside me where I stood,
Saying, 'I came to see what you were laughing at.'