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Turn them Down.

O, the little woes of life that make you frown.
Turn them down.
How they agitate and trouble
Making every sorrow double
With your constant stew and fret
Over trials, all un-met.
How the burdens yet unborne
Make you mourn!
Rub away your peevish frown, turn them down.

When your atmosphere of life
is looking brown. Turn it down.
Brush the cob-webs from your eyes
There are some where sunny skies.
All the lions in the way
Can be frightened from the fray
You they cannot reach the while
If you're armored with a smile
Dont invite them, with a frown
Turn them down.