This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ...crick! A WISH When skies are gray an' folks are blue--Oh, them's the days that tries your heart; When joys seem far between an' few An' hauntin' griefs from memory start. When them that's wanderin' through the grove A low sob through the branches hears, As if the sorrowin' clouds above Was strivin' to choke ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ...crick! A WISH When skies are gray an' folks are blue--Oh, them's the days that tries your heart; When joys seem far between an' few An' hauntin' griefs from memory start. When them that's wanderin' through the grove A low sob through the branches hears, As if the sorrowin' clouds above Was strivin' to choke back the tears. I'm thankful fer the friends I claim An' fer the foes whose hands is tied; Fer food an' house; but jes' the same, Sometimes I'm far from satisfied. There's days when nature seems unkind And livin' but an empty play; I wisht that I was color-blind When folks are blue an' skies are gray. A SOCIAL BEGINNING We've struck an aristocracy at Pohick on the crick; We felt the need o' one an' then we got it purty quick. The women folks had heard of how the cities here an' there Was busy organizin' 'sociations of the fair Because their men folks long ago had fit their best an' tried To whip some other men folks on the opposition side. It bothered 'em a heap when they discovered with a shock That as a rule our fam'lies didn't come from fighin" stock. The women folks 'ud sort o' chide their fam'lies now an' then Fer raisin' up a lot o' workers, 'stid o' fightin' men. An' the men got riled about it. Each was 'lowin' he could lick Most anybody of his size that growed around Pohick. An' sech remarks went passin' 'round--an' names was mentioned next. The constable clean give out an' the parson was so vexed That he said it was a pity--an' I kind o' think he's right--That to raise an aristocracy you've got to start a fight. We're countin' up the heroes now of great an' numerous frays; Them hot an' fierce encounters brought about in various ways: The fight with fists Bill Perkins had one night with Ezry Jones, An' the one where Hawkin's...
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