What matters it if the peaches are killed and the wheat crop proves a failure! The water-melon crop is still ahead of us, and a heaven of joy in every ruddy heart!
Love and Song.
Ah, Love is no phantom,
Love's never a dream!
One hour in her kingdom
Is life all supreme!
And ever and ever
The scepter she swings
For hearts that are happy
With laughter that sings!
And Song is her sister
That makes for the feet
All the carpets of roses
And blossoms so sweet!
With hands linked together
They wander the ways!
How joyous their kisses
For grief-laden days!
Sooner Sayings.
The race is not to the swift but to the fellow who starts the night before.