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One Deed Of Kindness Noticed Is Worth Forty That Are Told.

The Man Who Wants A Garden Fair, Or Small Or Very Big, With Flowers Growing Here And There, Must Bend His Back And Dig. The Things Are Mighty Few On Earth That Wishes Can Attain. Whate'er We Want Of Any Worth We've Got To Work To Gain. It Matters Not What Goal You Seek, It's Secret Here Reposes: You've Got To Dig From Week To Week To Get Results Or Roses.

I Take Simple Everyday Things That Happen To Me And I Figure It Happens To A Lot Of Other People And I Make Simple Rhymes Out Of Them.

Fine Counsel Is Confusing, But Example Is Always Clear

There's Nothing That Builds Up A Toil-weary Soul Like A Day On A Stream, Back On The Banks Of The Old Fishing Hole Where A Fellow Can Dream. There's Nothing So Good For A Man As To Flee From The City And Lie Full Length In The Shade Of A Whispering Tree And Gaze At The Sky. . . . . It Is Good For The World That Men Hunger To Go To The Banks Of A Stream, And Weary Of Sham And Of Pomp And Of Show They Have Somewhere To Dream. For This Life Would Be Dreary And Sordid And Base Did They Not Now And Then Seek Refreshment And Calm In God's Wide, Open Space And Come Back To Be Men.