IV.
He deals us the hand,—and no one may discard it!
The game must go on with no power to retard it!
And whether the hand be a good one or bad one,
He asks of us only to play it a glad one.
V.
Then let people talk about life as they see it;
You can make it for you what your heart may decree it;
For I always have found—and I'm happy to say it,—
'Tis a jolly good game if you know how to play it!
A Contented Farmer.
Wheat-crop heapin' in de shock,
Corn jes' keeps a-bumpin';
Oats a-yallerin' in de sun,—
Cotton des a-jumpin'!
Millet, Kafir-corn an' cane
Bust their selves a-growin';
Oklahoma's home for me
Till Gabriel goes to blowin'!