C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

“Sit Down, Sad Soul”

SIT down, sad soul, and count

The moments flying:

Come—tell the sweet amount

That’s lost by sighing!

How many smiles?—a score?

Then laugh, and count no more;

For day is dying.

Lie down, sad soul, and sleep,

And no more measure

The flight of Time, nor weep

The loss of leisure;

But here, by this lone stream,

Lie down with us, and dream

Of starry treasure.

We dream—do thou the same;

We love—forever;

We laugh, yet few we shame,—

The gentle, never.

Stay, then, till Sorrow dies;

Then—hope and happy skies

Are thine forever!