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The world's a path all fresh and sweet, / A sky all fresh and fair, / With daisies underneath your feet / And roses for your hair; / Red roses for your pretty hair, / Green trees to shade your way, / And lavish blossoms everywhere, / Because the time is May.
How gold the sun shines through the green! / How soft the turf is spread! / How richly falls the shimmering sheen / About your darling head! / How in the dawn of Paradise / Should you foresee the night? / How, with the sunlight in your eyes, / See aught beyond the light?
The world's a path all rough and wild, / A sky all black with fears, / Among the ghosts, unhappy child, / You stumble, blind with tears; / The track is faint, and far the fold, / And very far the day: / Unless you have a hand to hold, / How will you find the way?