Sam Walter Foss

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Seek not for fresher founts afar,
Just drop your bucket where you are;
And while the ship read more

Seek not for fresher founts afar,
Just drop your bucket where you are;
And while the ship right onward leaps,
Uplift it from the exhaustless deeps.
Parch not your life with dry despair;
The stream of hope flow everywhere--
So under every sky and star,
Just drop your bucket where you are.

One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a read more

One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
. . . .
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
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Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish,--so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.