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J. M. JOHNSON, CALAIS, MAINE. | J. M. JOHNSON, CALAIS, MAINE. | ||
| − | + | Now, fickle Fortune, tell me why | |
You favor some, pass others by, | You favor some, pass others by, | ||
Here massing gifts in bounteous heap, | Here massing gifts in bounteous heap, | ||
There giving almost naught to keep! | There giving almost naught to keep! | ||
"It never rains, but pours;" 'tis plain | "It never rains, but pours;" 'tis plain | ||
| − | This is as | + | This is as true of gifts as rain. |
And Johnson's case I will recite, | And Johnson's case I will recite, | ||
To prove to you, Prodigal, I'm right. | To prove to you, Prodigal, I'm right. | ||
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A heart you - gave, as good as gold; | A heart you - gave, as good as gold; | ||
| − | Endearing qualities | + | Endearing qualities untold- |
| − | And | + | The mirthful eye, the kindly face, |
| + | And Humor's baImful, saving, grace. | ||
A will for toil that never ends; | A will for toil that never ends; | ||
Genius to make and keep his friends. | Genius to make and keep his friends. | ||
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He's "cinched" the glory of the sod | He's "cinched" the glory of the sod | ||
With Nancy Hanks and noble Todd. | With Nancy Hanks and noble Todd. | ||
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Your treasure box you've ope'd so wide, | Your treasure box you've ope'd so wide, | ||
You've scarcely left a thing inside. | You've scarcely left a thing inside. | ||
| − | One only | + | One only crumpled gift I see; |
'Tis resignation, meant for me. | 'Tis resignation, meant for me. | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:49, 5 June 2017
J. M. JOHNSON, CALAIS, MAINE. Now, fickle Fortune, tell me why You favor some, pass others by, Here massing gifts in bounteous heap, There giving almost naught to keep! "It never rains, but pours;" 'tis plain This is as true of gifts as rain. And Johnson's case I will recite, To prove to you, Prodigal, I'm right.
A heart you - gave, as good as gold; Endearing qualities untold- The mirthful eye, the kindly face, And Humor's baImful, saving, grace. A will for toil that never ends; Genius to make and keep his friends. Now, Fortune, couldn't you "stand pat," And let friend Johnson go at that? No, wastrel, to these gifts of self You add external power and pelf. In mart and council he sits high; While public honors pass not by. He's "cinched" the glory of the sod With Nancy Hanks and noble Todd.
Your treasure box you've ope'd so wide, You've scarcely left a thing inside. One only crumpled gift I see; 'Tis resignation, meant for me.
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