O, my Heart, the days are weary with the burdens that we know:Hand in hand we'll haste and hurry to the Love Lands long ago!Let us stroll as happy lovers down the roaring ways of menTill the lilies of contentment blossom sweetly once again.It was there we wove our Daydream, it was there the Promise sung,For the world from us was hidden and our little lives were young.There were happy lanes of laughter that our childish rambles knew,Where the roses gave their glories in a ruddy crown for you.Let us wander through the deserts and the dusty ways they knowTo the green fields and the meadows of the Love Lands long ago!On the road, perchance, we'll gather some of sweetness and of song,As we thread the dim aisles fearful and the pathways lorn and long.You remember how we pledged us all the glories of renown,—Pledged the gold of Ind and Ophir and the greatness of the crown.You remember how we pledged us in the fancies of our youth,We would run the quest forever for the Holy Grail of Truth!You remember how we pledged us we would banish want and woe,As we laughed and sang the love-song in the Love Lands long ago!What if we have failed to keep it?Hard the struggle, fierce the throng,And the shoutings of the rabble drown the glory of the song!What if we have failed to keep it?All the maddened mobs of hateHurl the stones of mirth and malice where Truth opes her timid gate!Shall we sorrow at the wreckage that is heaped along the shoreWhere the waters gnaw unceasing and endeavor sails no more!Shall we sorrow that the laughters, left the shadows of the way,And the cares of life unlifting fringed the rosy skies with gray?Shall we sorrow without comfort for the dreams that fled in tears,—For the hopes forlorn and shattered on the shores of other years?We have lost the glare and glamor of the dreams we dreamed of old,But the Wise of earth have brought us of their frankincense and gold.We have lost the green of May-time, but the autumn gardens redHang with all the fruited wisdom for the blossoms that are dead!We have lost our foolish boasting,—we are cleansed of evil pride,And we face the past and future with their vistas wild and wide!Still, my Heart, the days are heavy!Wisdom weights and wearies so!Let us run away together to the Love Lands long ago!
O, my Heart, the days are weary with the burdens that we know:Hand in hand we'll haste and hurry to the Love Lands long ago!
Let us stroll as happy lovers down the roaring ways of menTill the lilies of contentment blossom sweetly once again.
It was there we wove our Daydream, it was there the Promise sung,For the world from us was hidden and our little lives were young.
There were happy lanes of laughter that our childish rambles knew,Where the roses gave their glories in a ruddy crown for you.
Let us wander through the deserts and the dusty ways they knowTo the green fields and the meadows of the Love Lands long ago!
On the road, perchance, we'll gather some of sweetness and of song,As we thread the dim aisles fearful and the pathways lorn and long.
You remember how we pledged us all the glories of renown,—Pledged the gold of Ind and Ophir and the greatness of the crown.
You remember how we pledged us in the fancies of our youth,We would run the quest forever for the Holy Grail of Truth!
You remember how we pledged us we would banish want and woe,As we laughed and sang the love-song in the Love Lands long ago!
What if we have failed to keep it?Hard the struggle, fierce the throng,And the shoutings of the rabble drown the glory of the song!
What if we have failed to keep it?All the maddened mobs of hateHurl the stones of mirth and malice where Truth opes her timid gate!
Shall we sorrow at the wreckage that is heaped along the shoreWhere the waters gnaw unceasing and endeavor sails no more!
Shall we sorrow that the laughters, left the shadows of the way,And the cares of life unlifting fringed the rosy skies with gray?
Shall we sorrow without comfort for the dreams that fled in tears,—For the hopes forlorn and shattered on the shores of other years?
We have lost the glare and glamor of the dreams we dreamed of old,But the Wise of earth have brought us of their frankincense and gold.
We have lost the green of May-time, but the autumn gardens redHang with all the fruited wisdom for the blossoms that are dead!
We have lost our foolish boasting,—we are cleansed of evil pride,And we face the past and future with their vistas wild and wide!
Still, my Heart, the days are heavy!Wisdom weights and wearies so!Let us run away together to the Love Lands long ago!
Beauty is not always skin-deep. Sometimes it is put on with a rag.
If you don't want Trouble to bring her dogs and hunt all over your place for game, you should tack up warning signs over every fence-post on the premises.
Lots of money is said to bring lots of trouble. But, Lord, our shoulders are mighty broad and we always did think we would like to have experiences of that kind.
Trudge along, my brother,Through the snows!Over yonder wait the summerAnd the rose.Trudge along, my brother,Trudge along!Over yonder wait the angelsAnd the song!
Trudge along, my brother,Through the snows!Over yonder wait the summerAnd the rose.
Trudge along, my brother,Trudge along!Over yonder wait the angelsAnd the song!
"Ah done tole yuh, Mose, howsomevah de people conflastahgate, dese heah legislachuh pohsishuns am sho'ly de bes' places in all de wide woahld dat a cullahed man ebber had in de wintah time when de wood am skeerce en de snow flyin' high!"
"How come, Rastus?"
"Why, yuh fool niggah yuh, doan't yuh see dat Ah git foh dollahs a day jes' toh open en shut de dooah befoh en aftah de Sanatohs when dey come in en go out foh erbout two houahs a day, en den sot down by de hot fiah all de res' ob de time while anothah niggah shubbles in de coal whut anothah niggah totes in at de same good price!"
He wore no crown, he had no sword,He sat him in no throne of state;He shed no blood, he spent no hoard,And therefore was not great;Yet to his tomb the nations throng:His heart was love, he sang a song!
He wore no crown, he had no sword,He sat him in no throne of state;He shed no blood, he spent no hoard,And therefore was not great;Yet to his tomb the nations throng:His heart was love, he sang a song!
When Trouble comes to your front gate and hears you whistling in the back-yard it scares him so bad that he never stops running till he crosses the divide into the next settlement.
Taking it all up and down, this world is a pretty good place. Only so many of us never get up or down!
Lord, we don't ask to see a thousand miles ahead. All we want is light enough to keep out of the holes two feet ahead when the Devil gets after us.
Some folks are always boasting of how many miles they keep ahead of the Devil, but I'm always thankful when I just manage to keep out of his reach when he's grabbing at me.
What matter the hills above us?What matter the dismal road?We're climbing to those that love usAnd crossing to their abode;And over the mountains we'll crown our questWith beautiful blossoms of all that's best!
What matter the hills above us?What matter the dismal road?We're climbing to those that love usAnd crossing to their abode;And over the mountains we'll crown our questWith beautiful blossoms of all that's best!
He was quite a famous statesmanFrom a district where the folkWere so honest that their honorHad become a standing joke;But this man that representedSuch a people, such a craft,Always shouted for "retrenchment,"While he always voted "graft."He was quite a famous "poser,"And he had the nimble artOf deluding men to thinkingThat he owned an honest heart;He was always hinting "boodle,"At which hints the lobby laughedFor they knew he talked "retrenchment,"But he always voted "graft!"
He was quite a famous statesmanFrom a district where the folkWere so honest that their honorHad become a standing joke;But this man that representedSuch a people, such a craft,Always shouted for "retrenchment,"While he always voted "graft."
He was quite a famous "poser,"And he had the nimble artOf deluding men to thinkingThat he owned an honest heart;He was always hinting "boodle,"At which hints the lobby laughedFor they knew he talked "retrenchment,"But he always voted "graft!"
He was frequent in the papersWith a lengthy interview'Bout the "welfare of the people,"And the "octopi" he knew;And he made long-winded speechesAs he raked things fore and aft,But he only talked "retrenchment,"While he always voted "graft!"O, the dear, deluded people,Hear this Sermon from the Mount:When a Bill is up for passageIt is only votes that count;And you'd better watch the fellowOn the legislative raftWho forever talks "retrenchment,"And then casts a vote for "graft!"
He was frequent in the papersWith a lengthy interview'Bout the "welfare of the people,"And the "octopi" he knew;And he made long-winded speechesAs he raked things fore and aft,But he only talked "retrenchment,"While he always voted "graft!"
O, the dear, deluded people,Hear this Sermon from the Mount:When a Bill is up for passageIt is only votes that count;And you'd better watch the fellowOn the legislative raftWho forever talks "retrenchment,"And then casts a vote for "graft!"
The worst thing about failure is that it makes so many good people most unhappy.
The man who never laughs at all is as great a trial to his friends as is the one who laughs too much.
No beauty of Nature, either of heart or flower or fruit, was ever grown without the lavish use of sunshine for its development.
What to us is Trouble?Joy is here today;Care is but a bubbleBursting with the May.Onward we are drifting;What if skies are gray?All the clouds are lifting,—Joy is here today!Harbors over yonder;Billows die away;There we all shall anchor,—Joy for aye and aye!
What to us is Trouble?Joy is here today;Care is but a bubbleBursting with the May.
Onward we are drifting;What if skies are gray?All the clouds are lifting,—Joy is here today!
Harbors over yonder;Billows die away;There we all shall anchor,—Joy for aye and aye!
There's joy in Oklahoma!Let's go it good and strong;There's sunshine on the prairies,The land is glad with song;What though the cotton tumbled,—What if the wheat was short?We've corn for hog and hominyOf every blessed sort!
There's joy in Oklahoma!Let's go it good and strong;There's sunshine on the prairies,The land is glad with song;What though the cotton tumbled,—What if the wheat was short?We've corn for hog and hominyOf every blessed sort!
Charity not only covers a multitude of sins, but she also tucks the quilts in around the feet and gets up in the middle of the night to see if the blanket is on straight.
"Aren't you afraid some of these lobbyists will persuade you by their eloquence into supporting some bad measure?" asked a friend of a member of the legislature.
"Not a bit of it, sir, not a bit of it! Just let them try it as often as they wish!" answered the confident statesman. "Just let me get at them one by one, privately, in a dark room with their pockets bulging with the eloquent long-green, and when they get away their pockets will be so dumb that they will be in no condition to make arguments again until they call on their employers for a new supply of oratory!"
What's the use of getting blueWhen the joys are so amazing?This life's sunshine through and throughAnd the other life is blazing!
What's the use of getting blueWhen the joys are so amazing?This life's sunshine through and throughAnd the other life is blazing!
I have often noticed that the dog which uses up all his spare time in growling generally looks mighty hungry and seldom trees any game.
I'm a Legislative Pass:I'm a wonder now displayedIn a large and growing classMarching out on dress parade;I am issued "on request"From a statesman full of might,And I'll never know a restTill adjournment is in sight.I'm a Legislative Pass:I am given free as air,And I reach from shortest grassTo the farthest every where;I am happy in the fameThat around me fondly flits,Just to keep the statesmen tameTill the Legislature quits.I'm a Legislative Pass:I have wondrous work to do,And I use the mighty massOf my glories daily, too;I'm considered pretty niceBy the hundreds of my friends,That I carry without priceTill the Legislature ends.I'm a Legislative Pass:I'm the master of the state,While the people think, alas!They are something wise and great;Treat me kindly every day,As I summon dear delightDown the legislative wayTill adjournment is in sight.I'm a Legislative Pass:Fly with me,—there's no expense,—From the weary ways of gasAnd the halls of eloquence;Let us travel far and fast!Soon we'll journey nevermore!For I know my day is pastWhen the Legislature's o'er!
I'm a Legislative Pass:I'm a wonder now displayedIn a large and growing classMarching out on dress parade;I am issued "on request"From a statesman full of might,And I'll never know a restTill adjournment is in sight.
I'm a Legislative Pass:I am given free as air,And I reach from shortest grassTo the farthest every where;I am happy in the fameThat around me fondly flits,Just to keep the statesmen tameTill the Legislature quits.
I'm a Legislative Pass:I have wondrous work to do,And I use the mighty massOf my glories daily, too;I'm considered pretty niceBy the hundreds of my friends,That I carry without priceTill the Legislature ends.
I'm a Legislative Pass:I'm the master of the state,While the people think, alas!They are something wise and great;Treat me kindly every day,As I summon dear delightDown the legislative wayTill adjournment is in sight.
I'm a Legislative Pass:Fly with me,—there's no expense,—From the weary ways of gasAnd the halls of eloquence;Let us travel far and fast!Soon we'll journey nevermore!For I know my day is pastWhen the Legislature's o'er!
The dog that believes in you is more inspiration than the tawny lion that distrusts you.
It was all right for the Christ to say, "Get thee behind me, Satan," but I'd rather keep him on in front where I can watch his tricks.
The man of most exemplary habits never finds congenial spirits to herd with. The marvel is not that Christ was crucified, but that he was allowed to live till he was thirty-three years old.
Fold the hands and let him rest!He shall sorrow nevermore;Grief has done her worst and best,But his grief is o'er!What to him the dangers dark,—Terrors of the waveless stream?God shall guide the helpless barqueThrough the shadowed dream!He has fought with storm and strife,He has conquered, all alone;He has plucked the rose of lifeFor his very own.Farewell to the world of sighs!He has laid the burden down;Here each grief and sorrow dies,And he claims the crown!
Fold the hands and let him rest!He shall sorrow nevermore;Grief has done her worst and best,But his grief is o'er!
What to him the dangers dark,—Terrors of the waveless stream?God shall guide the helpless barqueThrough the shadowed dream!
He has fought with storm and strife,He has conquered, all alone;He has plucked the rose of lifeFor his very own.
Farewell to the world of sighs!He has laid the burden down;Here each grief and sorrow dies,And he claims the crown!
Fate is blamed with all the failures for which laziness is responsible.
The world may owe you a living, but you'll never be able to collect it till you foreclose the mortgage by hard hustling.
However late some people get up in the morning, they always have plenty of time to spare for other people's business before bedtime.
No matter what the weeping,No matter what the wrong,Just toss a kiss to troubleAnd soothe him with a song.When all the world is winterAnd storms unceasing throng,Just clasp your hands with sunshineAnd warm them up with song.When fortune flies the windowAnd leaves you lonely long,Still hum the happy musicAnd sing it out in song.The summer time is coming,—Is coming good and strong!A welcome for the roses,A greeting full of song!O, life is filled with shadows,And sorrow still is strong;But walk the ways with laughterAnd climb the hills with song!
No matter what the weeping,No matter what the wrong,Just toss a kiss to troubleAnd soothe him with a song.
When all the world is winterAnd storms unceasing throng,Just clasp your hands with sunshineAnd warm them up with song.
When fortune flies the windowAnd leaves you lonely long,Still hum the happy musicAnd sing it out in song.
The summer time is coming,—Is coming good and strong!A welcome for the roses,A greeting full of song!
O, life is filled with shadows,And sorrow still is strong;But walk the ways with laughterAnd climb the hills with song!
Live your own life so happily to yourself that neither men, women or devils can swerve you one degree from the divine light shining upon your direct pathway to the stars.
De Hant he come en hollah f'um de honey-locus' tree:"Ah'd thank yuh, Mistah Niggah, foh dat money yuh owe me!"But Ah gib Mis' Sal a banjo, en a silky scarf toh Chloe,En de cotton's sho'ly squandah'd en dat's all dis niggah know!
De Hant he come en hollah f'um de honey-locus' tree:"Ah'd thank yuh, Mistah Niggah, foh dat money yuh owe me!"But Ah gib Mis' Sal a banjo, en a silky scarf toh Chloe,En de cotton's sho'ly squandah'd en dat's all dis niggah know!
De Hant he come en hollah f'um de bahn's ole gable deep:"Whah's dat New Yaar Resolution dat Ah gib you-all toh keep?"But Ah kep' it en Ah kep' it, twel ole Satan come erlong,En dat New Yaar Resolution got a move on mighty strong!
De Hant he come en hollah f'um de bahn's ole gable deep:"Whah's dat New Yaar Resolution dat Ah gib you-all toh keep?"But Ah kep' it en Ah kep' it, twel ole Satan come erlong,En dat New Yaar Resolution got a move on mighty strong!
De Hant he come en hollah right above de cabin doo':"What yuh done wif all dem good t'ings dat Ah tole yuh 'bout befo?"En Ah dassent answeh nothin'! En de ole Hant stay en stay!When dis niggah wuzzent lookin', all dem good things run away!
De Hant he come en hollah right above de cabin doo':"What yuh done wif all dem good t'ings dat Ah tole yuh 'bout befo?"En Ah dassent answeh nothin'! En de ole Hant stay en stay!When dis niggah wuzzent lookin', all dem good things run away!
When Hope comes on the scene, Trouble has urgent business over in the next settlement.
Don't wait to plant a flower for your neighbor until it has to blossom beside his tomb-stone.
Growling at the weather may give the tongue plenty of exercise, but it never buys meat and potatoes or swells the bank account.
Be confident. No coward heart ever won an important battle, and the battle-field of life is the one that demands the fullest courage.
Be thankful as long as there is a buttered side to your bread; and when the butter runs out, thank God for the bread!
Charity covers the sins all right, but many a poor sinner gets mighty short of blankets in the cold winter times of folly.
One heart of love and two glad lips of song have lifted many a mediocre soul up the slopes of happiness to the bright, eternal morning.
Dat New Yaar ResolutionHe come to me en say:"Ah likes de looks ob dis heah place,—Ah hope yuh'll lemme stay!"O, listen, listen, bruddehs!Ah axed de angel in;Ole Satan come en raised a row,Ah tuhned him out again!Dat New Yaar Resolution,He scrumpshus company;But dat fust day Ah's satisfiedHe all too good foh me!O, listen, listen, bruddehs!A'll nebbeh tole yuh why,But when ole Satan come erlongAh knowed it hed toh die!Dat New Yaar Resolution!Ah hollahed toh him: "Say!Dis house am mighty crowded;Ah wush yuh'd go erway!"O, listen, listen, bruddehs!Ah choke him in de th'oat;En when ole Satan come erlong,He wrop him in his coat!
Dat New Yaar ResolutionHe come to me en say:"Ah likes de looks ob dis heah place,—Ah hope yuh'll lemme stay!"
O, listen, listen, bruddehs!Ah axed de angel in;Ole Satan come en raised a row,Ah tuhned him out again!
Dat New Yaar Resolution,He scrumpshus company;But dat fust day Ah's satisfiedHe all too good foh me!
O, listen, listen, bruddehs!A'll nebbeh tole yuh why,But when ole Satan come erlongAh knowed it hed toh die!
Dat New Yaar Resolution!Ah hollahed toh him: "Say!Dis house am mighty crowded;Ah wush yuh'd go erway!"
O, listen, listen, bruddehs!Ah choke him in de th'oat;En when ole Satan come erlong,He wrop him in his coat!
Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"You are green at the bus'ness, I know;It is well that you move rather slow;If you'll let me advise,You'll be worthy and wise,And the people secure in their joys,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys.Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"I will warn you of dangers that lurkIn the ways of your dangerous work;If the lobbies entice,You should take my advice,And turn a deaf ear to their noise,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys.Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"In the passing of measures immenseIs involved quite a lot of expense,And the armies that standWhen there's peace in the landAre the most unproductive of toys,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys.Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"It is well to remember the willsOf the people who settle the bills,And the anger that lurksIn the hosts at the worksIs a matter that greatly annoys,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys!The boys heard the message, each sentiment seized,And then went ahead and did just as they pleased;And no one would knowFrom the way that they go,From the money they spend and the peace they destroy,What the Governor said to each law-making boy!
Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"You are green at the bus'ness, I know;It is well that you move rather slow;If you'll let me advise,You'll be worthy and wise,And the people secure in their joys,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys.
Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"I will warn you of dangers that lurkIn the ways of your dangerous work;If the lobbies entice,You should take my advice,And turn a deaf ear to their noise,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys.
Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"In the passing of measures immenseIs involved quite a lot of expense,And the armies that standWhen there's peace in the landAre the most unproductive of toys,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys.
Said Governor Tom to the law-making boys:"It is well to remember the willsOf the people who settle the bills,And the anger that lurksIn the hosts at the worksIs a matter that greatly annoys,—"Said Governor Tom to the boys!
The boys heard the message, each sentiment seized,And then went ahead and did just as they pleased;And no one would knowFrom the way that they go,From the money they spend and the peace they destroy,What the Governor said to each law-making boy!
If some people couldn't worry, or make others worry, they'd never have a moment of happiness.
Don't go gunning for happiness. When you are least expecting it she squats at your feet and hops out to meet you.
If there wasn't a Devil, some people would have nobody but themselves to blame their sins on.
When we link hands with pleasure for a few minutes, we forget all the wisdom Trouble has taught us through the years.
Some people like to move about so much, that if they bought a ticket for heaven they'd insist on getting a round-trip in order to be on the safe side.
If the golden streets could be dug up and carried off to the smelter, there'd be wholebattalionsof people lined up before daylight with grubbing-hoes on their shoulders waiting to stake off claims.
Ole Mistah Groun'-hog rouse hisse'fFum dat long nap he take;He say: "Ah 'spec' Ah'd bettah move,—It's gittin' late, my sake!"So he jes' rub his ole eyes wide,En dress up foh a stroll;He wax his whiskehs up, en denHe crawl out ob his hole!Up yondah shine de big red sun,Eh-blazin' in the sky,En at his side his shaddeh walk,—So Mistah Groun'-hog fly!He skeehed so bad he tuhn him 'roun'En say, "Ah wake too soon;Ah'll jes' go home en take a nap'Twel Sunday aftehnoon!"So Mistah Groun'-hog run en runEn crawl his deep hole in,Toh snooze ehway foh six moah weeks'Foh he wakes up ehgin!
Ole Mistah Groun'-hog rouse hisse'fFum dat long nap he take;He say: "Ah 'spec' Ah'd bettah move,—It's gittin' late, my sake!"
So he jes' rub his ole eyes wide,En dress up foh a stroll;He wax his whiskehs up, en denHe crawl out ob his hole!
Up yondah shine de big red sun,Eh-blazin' in the sky,En at his side his shaddeh walk,—So Mistah Groun'-hog fly!
He skeehed so bad he tuhn him 'roun'En say, "Ah wake too soon;Ah'll jes' go home en take a nap'Twel Sunday aftehnoon!"
So Mistah Groun'-hog run en runEn crawl his deep hole in,Toh snooze ehway foh six moah weeks'Foh he wakes up ehgin!
Ole Trouble come toh ouah houseOne stohmy day en say,"De road am hahd toh trabble,—Ah hope you'll lemme stay!"He staht toh hang his hat up,En pull his ober-coat:Ah box him oh de eah-muffsEn choke him in de tho'at!Ah say, "Ole Mistah Trouble,Ah'm pleased so much toh sayDis house am mighty crowded,—You-all jes' go ehway!"Ah take my happy fiddleUp dah beside my hat,—Ah play him Ole Dan Tuckeh,En what you t'ink ob dat!
Ole Trouble come toh ouah houseOne stohmy day en say,"De road am hahd toh trabble,—Ah hope you'll lemme stay!"
He staht toh hang his hat up,En pull his ober-coat:Ah box him oh de eah-muffsEn choke him in de tho'at!
Ah say, "Ole Mistah Trouble,Ah'm pleased so much toh sayDis house am mighty crowded,—You-all jes' go ehway!"
Ah take my happy fiddleUp dah beside my hat,—Ah play him Ole Dan Tuckeh,En what you t'ink ob dat!
"Where are you going, Rastus?" inquired the reporter of an old negro at the depot.
"Ah's gwine obah toh Guthrie whah dem legislachuh men am passin' dem bills!" was the reply. "Ah's done libed hyah long ernuff, anyhow, en ef Ah git obah whah de bills am a passin' dey may pass a few whah my pockets stay, sho'!"
Whenever you find a man who has made an ignoble failure of managing himself properly, you'll always find one who thinks he could give the Lord pointers on running the universe.
When yuh see ole Mistah TroubleJumpin' high ehlong yoh way,Jes' twis' yoh lips toh puckah,En whistle night en day!He'll nevah stop a minuteToh tell yuh how-de-doo,But take ehcrost de kentryEn jump de fences, too!Doan' spen' yoh time eh-gazin'Up yondah at de sky:It shuah will make yoh dizzyEn pain yoh lit'le eye;Jes' keep yohse'f eh-lookin'Clah down de way yuh go:De bulgine sho'ly comin'De fus' thing dat yuh know!Doan' twis' yoh neck, my bruddeh,Eh gawkin' at de sun;He'll shine up dah forebbehNo mattah whah yuh run;Jes' look out foh de bresh-pilesEn cross de mud-holes slow:'Twill keep yuh mighty busyWatchin' dese hyah paths yuh go!
When yuh see ole Mistah TroubleJumpin' high ehlong yoh way,Jes' twis' yoh lips toh puckah,En whistle night en day!He'll nevah stop a minuteToh tell yuh how-de-doo,But take ehcrost de kentryEn jump de fences, too!
Doan' spen' yoh time eh-gazin'Up yondah at de sky:It shuah will make yoh dizzyEn pain yoh lit'le eye;Jes' keep yohse'f eh-lookin'Clah down de way yuh go:De bulgine sho'ly comin'De fus' thing dat yuh know!
Doan' twis' yoh neck, my bruddeh,Eh gawkin' at de sun;He'll shine up dah forebbehNo mattah whah yuh run;Jes' look out foh de bresh-pilesEn cross de mud-holes slow:'Twill keep yuh mighty busyWatchin' dese hyah paths yuh go!
Don't growl if Fortune didn't trust you with more. Just think what a fool she would have been to favor you with greater gifts!
Sing a song of good times!Life is full of bliss,And the merry musicWho shall dare to miss?Joy delights the valleys,Plenty's everywhere,And pleasure swells the chorusTill we conquer care.Sing a song of good times!That's the tune for me;The bow's upon the fiddleAnd the fiddle's full of glee!It's swing your pardners, honey,And swing them all the night;The good times call the measuresAnd we're dancing to the light!
Sing a song of good times!Life is full of bliss,And the merry musicWho shall dare to miss?Joy delights the valleys,Plenty's everywhere,And pleasure swells the chorusTill we conquer care.
Sing a song of good times!That's the tune for me;The bow's upon the fiddleAnd the fiddle's full of glee!It's swing your pardners, honey,And swing them all the night;The good times call the measuresAnd we're dancing to the light!
"I hear that Slugem and Hittem met last night."
"Yes, so they did."
"Which one of them got the worst of it?"
"Oh, there was no damage done. They made it all up, and nothing suffered but their New Year Resolutions!"
"An' Oi say, Moike," said Patrick O'Ferrall, to his neighbor Mike O'Neill, "Oi say, Moike, have ye heerd from yer bye Dennis lately who wint out wist?"
"Thet Oi hev, Pat."
"An' how is the poor bye gettin' on?"
"The divil take it, Pat, thet's whut breaks his mither's heart ontoirely. He wroites me thet he hez jest bin sintinced to the Legislachoor fer two years!"
Life, and labor along its way,Life, and a shade of sorrow;But Love is there with her lips of song,And the sun shines out tomorrow!
Life, and labor along its way,Life, and a shade of sorrow;But Love is there with her lips of song,And the sun shines out tomorrow!
To live life happily, to work life earnestly, to leave life fearlessly,—what greater success ever crowned with ivied laurels the infinite brows of Adam's mortal sons?
Note—(The Oklahoma Legislature has a republican majority in both houses, and the following is supposed to be uttered by one of the democratic minority.)
To the Sleek and Fat Majority: We recognize your smoke,And in meek and humble fashion we have passed beneath the yoke;We've no foolish reservations: all the earth is yours to claimWith the grandeur of its glory and the fullness of its fame;So accept our due submission; all we ask is that you giveAmple chance to filibuster and preserve the right to live!In the manner that Respectable Minorities behave,We shall justify the title while the heathen rage and rave;And according as 'tis written we shall every one be good,Though we smash the logs you're rolling into fancy kindling-wood,While we stir the sleeping animals with long and lively prodsTo the pleasure of the nations and the laughter of the gods!
To the Sleek and Fat Majority: We recognize your smoke,And in meek and humble fashion we have passed beneath the yoke;We've no foolish reservations: all the earth is yours to claimWith the grandeur of its glory and the fullness of its fame;So accept our due submission; all we ask is that you giveAmple chance to filibuster and preserve the right to live!
In the manner that Respectable Minorities behave,We shall justify the title while the heathen rage and rave;And according as 'tis written we shall every one be good,Though we smash the logs you're rolling into fancy kindling-wood,While we stir the sleeping animals with long and lively prodsTo the pleasure of the nations and the laughter of the gods!
And we pity you sincerely! You had quite a job at handTo divide the loaves and fishes as the bosses made command!Fifty places for five hundred hungry souls that wild cavortIs a work requiring statesmen of the most exalted sort:And we weep our tears of sorrow as we're looking on at you,While you bump the heads of many and anoint the chosen few!You shall pass appropriations, tossing out the toothsome "pork,"In a way to please the faithful and to keep the "boys at work;"And whatever seems the proper thing majorities should do,Why, the ocean's there before you and the course is up to you;But remember as you voyage that we have a little boat,And we're always steering madly tow'rd a record making vote!We'll play our own part bravely, and we'll play it o'er and o'er:Approve, condemn, and criticize, like statesmen gone before;We'll rant about "the people, sir!" and shout "economy!"And stab appropriation bills each opportunity;And long preserve our "honesty"—unstained and white as snow:Since you have swiped the offices, that's all we have, you know!And our task shall be most pleasant! Underneath the shade we'll flopWhile you fellows do the sweating for the legislative crop!We shall criticize your labors; if you reach the roads of doubt,We shall lend the hand of wisdom and in mercy lead you out;And at last, the harvest gathered, we shall sift the good and trueFor our own exalted portion while we leave the bad for you!And after while the time will come, howbeit soon or late,When we shall guide the government and steer the ship of state,—When we shall trade our craft for yours, and our proud flag shall floatO'er battle-ships of greater things as people then shall vote;And then we'll show you something else beyond the hearty strife,And do our best to visit you with touch of higher life!
And we pity you sincerely! You had quite a job at handTo divide the loaves and fishes as the bosses made command!Fifty places for five hundred hungry souls that wild cavortIs a work requiring statesmen of the most exalted sort:And we weep our tears of sorrow as we're looking on at you,While you bump the heads of many and anoint the chosen few!
You shall pass appropriations, tossing out the toothsome "pork,"In a way to please the faithful and to keep the "boys at work;"And whatever seems the proper thing majorities should do,Why, the ocean's there before you and the course is up to you;But remember as you voyage that we have a little boat,And we're always steering madly tow'rd a record making vote!
We'll play our own part bravely, and we'll play it o'er and o'er:Approve, condemn, and criticize, like statesmen gone before;We'll rant about "the people, sir!" and shout "economy!"And stab appropriation bills each opportunity;And long preserve our "honesty"—unstained and white as snow:Since you have swiped the offices, that's all we have, you know!
And our task shall be most pleasant! Underneath the shade we'll flopWhile you fellows do the sweating for the legislative crop!We shall criticize your labors; if you reach the roads of doubt,We shall lend the hand of wisdom and in mercy lead you out;And at last, the harvest gathered, we shall sift the good and trueFor our own exalted portion while we leave the bad for you!
And after while the time will come, howbeit soon or late,When we shall guide the government and steer the ship of state,—When we shall trade our craft for yours, and our proud flag shall floatO'er battle-ships of greater things as people then shall vote;And then we'll show you something else beyond the hearty strife,And do our best to visit you with touch of higher life!
The Wind came out of the poppied East,And said to heart of the lonely earth:"I bring you laughter and love increased,And all the music of might and mirth;I bring you dreams that were born above,And melting kisses as sweet as wine;And one waits lorn with her lips of loveAnd dimpled arms, for her Valentine."The Wind came out of the brazen North,And said to heart of the grieving world:"I bring a message, I call you forthWhere Love the flags of her faith unfurled;I tell of peace that is sweeter farThan song that croons where the tropics twine;For one waits long 'neath the northern starWith eyes of love, for her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the poppied East,And said to heart of the lonely earth:"I bring you laughter and love increased,And all the music of might and mirth;I bring you dreams that were born above,And melting kisses as sweet as wine;And one waits lorn with her lips of loveAnd dimpled arms, for her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the brazen North,And said to heart of the grieving world:"I bring a message, I call you forthWhere Love the flags of her faith unfurled;I tell of peace that is sweeter farThan song that croons where the tropics twine;For one waits long 'neath the northern starWith eyes of love, for her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the winsome West,And said to heart of the longing race:"I bring you tidings of all that's best,Of love and laughter and loved one's face;I come from red of the reeling sun,I bring you dreams of the things divine,And at the rim of the world waits oneWho lists for the call of her Valentine."The Wind came out of the sweet-breathed South,And said: "I carry her call to thee;She waits with songs in her mellow mouth,—She waits, and her lips like the corals be!She waits with embraces of long delights,And eyes that utter a language fine,—There, there, in the aisles of the romping nights,She waits for the call of her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the winsome West,And said to heart of the longing race:"I bring you tidings of all that's best,Of love and laughter and loved one's face;I come from red of the reeling sun,I bring you dreams of the things divine,And at the rim of the world waits oneWho lists for the call of her Valentine."
The Wind came out of the sweet-breathed South,And said: "I carry her call to thee;She waits with songs in her mellow mouth,—She waits, and her lips like the corals be!She waits with embraces of long delights,And eyes that utter a language fine,—There, there, in the aisles of the romping nights,She waits for the call of her Valentine."
O, call of this world to the world that dreams,—Sweet call of the Near to the Soul Afar,—Beyond the shadows of earth's cold themes,There's one that waits where the love lights are!There's one that waits with her cheeks aglow,And eyes earth-round with a fearless shine,And Near and Far with their linked hands goTo mate with the fate of their Valentine!
O, call of this world to the world that dreams,—Sweet call of the Near to the Soul Afar,—Beyond the shadows of earth's cold themes,There's one that waits where the love lights are!There's one that waits with her cheeks aglow,And eyes earth-round with a fearless shine,And Near and Far with their linked hands goTo mate with the fate of their Valentine!
There is more religion in a home full of bread and butter than a hotel full of canvas-back and terrapin.
If the Lord sends a tin-cup full of happiness, don't spend your time upbraiding Him for not supplying a ship-load.
Some people are so unreasonable that if the Lord sent them a turkey they would raise a row because he didn't furnish a barrel of cranberries, too.