Laughing And Sneering

A poem by Henry Lawson

What though the world does me ill turns
And cares my life environ;
I’d sooner laugh with Bobbie Burns
Than sneer with titled Byron.

The smile has always been the best;
’Tis stronger than the frown, sirs:
And Venus smiled the waves to rest;
She didn’t sneer them down, sirs.

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