Lewis J. Bates

O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to read more

O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to seize the flitting guest
Need never hunger more.
But while the loitering idler waits
Good luck beside his fire,
The bold heart storms at fortune's gates,
And conquers its desire.

The future ain't what it used to be.

The future ain't what it used to be.

The joy late coming late departs.

The joy late coming late departs.

Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth read more

Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth be known;
Some day--some sweet day.

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man,
Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow;
But read more

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man,
Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow;
But by-and-by will the deed and the plan
Be judged by the motive that lieth below.