Acrust of bread and a corner to sleep in, br A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, br A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, br And never a laugh but the moans come double; br And that is life! br br A crust and a corner that love makes precious, br With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; br And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, br And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; br And that is life!br br Paul Laurence Dunbarbr br