This life is full of ups and downs
That fill us with dismay;
For one whom fickle fortune crowns
A thousand pass away
Unhonored and unsung, without
Regard for years of toil
They spend amid the rabble rout,
In heartache and turmoil.
And yet, despite these odds so great,
We know this much is so;
A man, no matter what his fate,
If high, forsooth, or low,
Can make some other mortal glad
And shed a ray of cheer,
And prove this world is not so bad
As often doth appear.