The pessimist’s a cheerless man;
To him the world’s a place
Of anxious thoughts and clouds and gloom;
Smiles visit not his face.
Though brightest sunshine floods the earth,
And flowers are all ablow,
He spreads depression where he can
By dismal tales of woe.
The pessimist’s a hopeless man,
He’s full of doubt and fear;
No radian visions come to him
Of glad days drawing near.
The pessimist’s a joyless man,
He finds no sweet delight
In making this a happier world,
In fighting for the right
He views the future with alarm
He sees no light ahead;
Most wretched of all men is he,
Because his hope is dead.