From the Rock Island Argus, October 4, 1912. By Duncan M. Smith. There’s no use in moaning In weeping and groaning. The sun may be shining Ere yet it is noon. His warm rays may cheer you And hope nestle near you, So cease your repining And look for it soon. Make end to the sighing For swift years are flying And joy at your casement Is calling to you. Make haste, then, to meet it. Go smiling to greet it. Give care its effacement And hide it from view. Oh, turn your face sunward And listen for one word, A message of sweetness, Of love pure and true! Be happy, my dearie; Be smiling and cheery, And then with completeness Will joy come to you.