Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

I was such a sullen, angry, sad kid. I'm sure there are writers who have had happy childhoods, but what are you going to write about? No ghosts, no fear. I'm very happy that I had an unhappy and uncomfortable childhood.

Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, and its power of endurance - the cheerful man will do more in the same time, will do it; better, will preserve it longer, than the sad or sullen.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone He just as you Would toy and woo He would chirp and flatter me He would hang the wing awhile Till at length he saw me smile Lord! how sullen he would be!

Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness and its power of endurance - the cheerful man will do more in the same time will do it better will preserve it longer than the sad or sullen.