|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John (Milton) Hay. (18381905) (continued)|
| He were nt no saintbut at jedgment|
Id run my chance with Jim.
Longside of some pious gentlemen
That would nt shook hands with him.
He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing
And went for it thar and then;
And Christ aint a-going to be too hard
On a man that died for men.
| Jim Bludso.|
| At my door the Pale Horse stands|
To carry me to unknown lands.
| The Stirrup Cup.|
| The people will come to their own at last,|
God is not mocked forever.
| The Sphynx of the Tuileries.|
| I think that saving a little child|
And bringing him to his own,
Is a derned sight better business
Than loafing around the throne.
| Little Breeches.|
|Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. (18381912)|
| I knowyet my arms are empty,|
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.
| Are the Children at Home.|
| Never yet was a springtime,|
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the southwind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow.