To attain this worthy object,
All other cares forego;
To gain this glorious knowledge,
You cannot stoop too low.
Heed not the ancient croakers,
Who ask, with solemn phiz—
"Is it anybody's business
What another's business is?"
No! we'd join the glorious party,
That to giant size has grown,
To mind our neighbor's business,
And "Know nothing" of our own,
Hurrah! for the Rights of Meddlers!
For the freedom of our day!
For the glorious Age of Progress!
And for Young America!
MEMORIES OF THE WISCONSIN AND OTHER POEMS.
By HARRY LATHROP.
Published by Review Print, Flint, Mich., in 1903.
THE MAN WHO LAUGHS
He loves to make another laugh
And laugh himself as well,
Nor any one around one-half
So good a joke can tell.
The less of pain a man can give,
The more of joy he scatters;
The more excuse for him to live—
Apart from weightier matters.
Then emulate the men who laugh,
Good health and mirth are catching,
The wine of joy is ours to quaff,
Life's duties while despatching.
OVER THE DIVIDE.
And other Verses.
By MARION MANVILLE.
Copyright, 1887, by the Author.