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THE NATION'S STRENGTH
“I know three things must always be To keep a nation strong and free.
One is a hearthstone bright and dear,
With busy, happy loved ones near.
One is a ready heart and hand To love, and serve, and keep the land.
One is a worn and beaten way To where the people go to pray.
So long as these are kept alive,
Nation and people will survive.
God, keep them always, everywhere,
The hearth, the flag, the place of prayer.”
(Anonymous)
LAUGH
Build for yourself a strong box,
Fashion each part with care;
Fit it with hasp and padlock,
Put all your troubles there.
Hide therein all your failures,
And each hitter cup you quaff,
Lock all your heartaches within it.
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
Tell no one of its contents;
Never its secrets share;
Drop in your cares and worries,
Keep them forever there.
Hide them from sight so completely The world will never dream half;
Fasten the top down securely,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
(Anonymous)
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UNTOUCHED YET
Honey, jes’ listen, ;
Don’t cry and fret;
There’s a hull day tomorrow Ain’t been teched yet.
Mought he a sunrise
’Twould make your heart shout, j
Look like ’twas heaven Turned inside out.
Mought turn a corner j
Most any place,
Bes’ friend a-smilin’
Right in your face.
So heart of mine, listen, ;
Why do you fret?
God’s good tomorrow
Is all untouched yet. !
(Author Unknown)
O! GIVE ME PATIENCE
O! Give me patience when little hands,
Tug at me with ceaseless small demands.
O! Give me gentle words and smiling eyes,
And keep my lips from hasty sharp replies.
Let me not in weariness, confusion or noise. Obscure my vision from life’s few fleeting joys. Then when in years to come, my house is still.
No hitter memories, its rooms may fill.
(Anonymous)
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