<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Lives</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our lives are songs. God writes the words,<br>And we set them to music at pleasure;<br>And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,<br>As we choose to fashion the measure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We must write the music, whatever the song,<br>Whatever its rhyme, or metre;<br>And if it is sad, we can make it glad,<br>Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One has a song that is free and strong;<br>But the music he writes is minor;<br>And the sad, sad strain is replete with pain,<br>And the singer becomes a repiner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And he thinks God gave him a dirge-like lay,<br>Nor knows that the words are cheery;<br>And the song seems lonely and solemn-only<br>Because the music is dreary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the song of another has through the words<br>An under current of sadness;<br>But he sets it to music of ringing chords,<br>And makes it a pean of gladness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So whether our songs are sad or not,<br>We can give the world more pleasure,<br>And better ourselves, by setting the words<br>To a glad, triumphant measure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1872</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384526" data-title="Our Lives de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Our lives are songs. God writes the words, And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure. We must write the music, whatever the song, Whatever its rhyme, or metre; And if it ..."></div> </div> </div>

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