Douglas Malloch Poems

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
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Sure, this world is full of trouble
I ain't said it ain't.
Lord, I've had enough and double
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Men build a road of Masonry
Across the hills and dales,
Unite the prairie and the sea,
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Father's lodge, I well remember,
wasn't large as lodges go,
There was trouble in December
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Fine men have walked this way before,
Whatever Lodge your Lodge may be;
Whoever stands before the door,
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Let no king quite put off his crown!
I still would have him kingly when
In some old inn the king sat down
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The Little Lodge of long ago —
It wasn't very much for show;
Men met above the village store,
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Brick by brick the Masons builded
Till the highest cross was gilded
With the glory of the sun,
Till the noble task was done.
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Men say, 'How wonderful is Spring!'
I say, 'How marvelous is man!'
For Spring no more can gladness bring
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Some would have Spring within the heart,
But I, some mellow month in mine
Like old October: flowers depart,
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