Homely phrase of our southland bright—
  Keep steady step to the flam of the drum;
Touch to the left—eyes to the right—
  Sing with the soul tho’ the lips be dumb.
Hard to be good when the wind ’s in the east;
  Hard to be gay when the heart is down;
When “they that trouble you are increased,”
  When you look for a smile and see a frown....