W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world a-usin' you? . W'en you travel through the strange Country t'other side the range, Then the souls you've cheered will know Who you be, an' say hullo.
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. . . . … - Sam Walter Foss
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. . . . …
- Sam Walter Foss
I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur. - Sam Walter Foss
I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur.
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world a-usin' you? . W'en you travel through the strange… - Sam Walter Foss
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world a-usin' you? . W'en you travel through the strange…
Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains. - Sam Walter Foss
Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.
Just drop your bucket where you are. - Sam Walter Foss
Just drop your bucket where you are.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man. - Sam Walter Foss
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are. - Sam Walter Foss
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament… - Sam Walter Foss
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament…
Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again. - Sam Walter Foss
Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again.
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