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I used to smile at Moses Brown,
And yet I liked the way he had Of thinking life was well worth while, If luck was good or luck was bad. I've heard him say when things went wrong: "I call this living; now's my chance; I would not miss this for it is A vital part of life's romance." Once, when he lost his house by fire, He cried with joyful confidence: "I'm living now; a thing like this Enriches one's experience." His wife once whipped him long and hard. "I thank you, ma'am," he said in glee; "It all goes in to make life's cup; I've more experience now," said he. I saw him in his dying hour; He faintly gasped: "A rare event! I would not miss it for the world; Its something new; I die content." __John Edward Everett. |
Quillings in Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center, Kansas: ___. 1912)
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