But I—I have the promise,—
You may spread the joyous news—
I get whatever millions
That the churches may refuse;
But I know still poor I'll be
And from dirty dollars free,
For John D.
Rockyfeller he
Will never have occasion to pass on the coin to me!
In the Dark.
It's all too lonely for speech,
Too drear for a swift remark;
I only grope till I faintly reach
Your finger-tips in the dark.
But there in the darkness near
Where the shadows clutch and cling,
Above the plash of the bitter tear,
A song and the lips that sing!
Caught on the Fly.
Poor cooks make rich undertakers.
Self confidence is the sharpest weapon in life's fierce battles.
It is our own infirmities that lead us to suspect infirmities in our fellows.