Expectation: Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife, are always expecting too much out of life, they wail an' they fret, just because they don't get, the best o' the sunshine, the fairest o' flowers, the finest o' features, the strongest o' powers. They whine an' they whimper an' curse an' condemn, coz life isn't always bein' partial to them.
Notwithstandin' the pain an' the sufferin' they see, they cling to the notion that they should go free: that they shouldn't share in life's trouble an' care, but should always be happy an' never perplexed, an' never discouraged or beaten or vexed. When life treats 'em roughly an' jolts 'em with care, they seem to imagine it's bein' unfair.
It's a curious notion folks hold in their pride, that their souls should never be tested or tried. That others must mourn, an' be sick an' forlorn, an' stand by the biers of their loved ones an' weep, but life from such sorrows their bosoms must keep. Oh, they mustn't know what it means to be sad, or they'll wail that the treatment they're gettin' is bad. Now life as I view it means pleasure an' pain, an' laughter an' weepin' an' sunshine an' rain, an' takin' an' givin'; an' all who are livin' must face it an' bear it the best that they can, believin' great Wisdom is workin' the plan. An' no one should ever complain it's unfair, because at the moment he's tastin' dispair. ~Unknown~
Expectation: Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife, are always expecting too much out of life, they wail an' they fret, just because they don't get, the best o' the sunshine, the fairest o' flowers, the finest o' features, the strongest o' powers. They whine an' they whimper an' curse an' condemn, coz life isn't always bein' partial to them.
Notwithstandin' the pain an' the sufferin' they see, they cling to the notion that they should go free: that they shouldn't share in life's trouble an' care, but should always be happy an' never perplexed, an' never discouraged or beaten or vexed. When life treats 'em roughly an' jolts 'em with care, they seem to imagine it's bein' unfair.
It's a curious notion folks hold in their pride, that their souls should never be tested or tried. That others must mourn, an' be sick an' forlorn, an' stand by the biers of their loved ones an' weep, but life from such sorrows their bosoms must keep. Oh, they mustn't know what it means to be sad, or they'll wail that the treatment they're gettin' is bad. Now life as I view it means pleasure an' pain, an' laughter an' weepin' an' sunshine an' rain, an' takin' an' givin'; an' all who are livin' must face it an' bear it the best that they can, believin' great Wisdom is workin' the plan. An' no one should ever complain it's unfair, because at the moment he's tastin' dispair. ~Unknown~
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Refs: The Notes of Lillian (Myers) Pear; "Desc. of Deacon & Samuel & Ann Bass," By C. T. Bass & E. L. Walton, Pg. 27, Norton and Braintree Vital Records, Mayflower Index No. 38186
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