Let's be brave when the laughter dies
And the tears come into our troubled eyes,
Let's cling to the faith and the old belief
When the skies grow gray with the clouds of grief,
Let's bear the sorrow and hurt and pain
And wait till the laughter comes again.

Let's be brave when the trials come
And our hearts are sad and our lips are dumb,
Let's strengthen ourselves in the times of test
By whispering softly that God knows best;
Let us still believe, though we cannot know,
We shall learn sometime it is better so.

Let's be brave when the joy departs,
Till peace shall come to our troubled hearts,
For the tears must fall and the rain come down
And each brow be pressed to the thorny crown;
Yet after the dark shall the sun arise,
So let's be brave when the laughter dies.

~ Edgar A. Guest (1881 - 1959)

Edgar A. Guest was born on Augest 20, 1881 in Birmingham, Warwickshire, England. He died on August 5, 1959 in Detroit, Michigan. He was a British-born writer whose sentimental verses were widely read. His family moved to the United States in 1891. Four years later he went to work for the Detroit Free Press as a police reporter. He then wrote daily rhymes which were syndicated to newspapers throughout the U.S. His books included A Heap O' Livin and Just Folks.

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