GOOD luck is like a dewdrop gleaming
At morning time, amid the grass ;
She kisses us, when we are dreaming,
Then runs away, - the fickle lass.
But bad luck's like an aged relation,
A country aunt who doth propose
A visit of a long duration,
And by our fireside sits and sews.
A. L. H.
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