Read by Shane Morris
Written by Edgar Albert Guest
Life is a jest; take the delight of it.
Laughter is best; sing through the night of it.
Swiftly the tear and the hurt and the ache of it
Find us down here; life must be what we make of it.
Life is a song; let us dance to the thrill of it.
Grief's hours are long, and cold is the chill of it.
Joy is man's need; let us smile for the sake of it.
This be our creed: life must be what we make of it.
Life is a soul; the virtue and vice of it.
Strife for a goal, and man's strength is the price of it.
Your life and mine, the bare bread and the cake of it,
End in this line: life must be what we make of it.