Everard Jack Appleton Poems

Somewhere she waits to make you win, your soul in her firm, white hands
Somewhere the gods have made for you, the Woman Who Understands!
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I have no fear. What is in store for me
Shall find me ready for it, undismayed.
God grant my only cowardice may be
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He has come the way of the fighting men, and fought by the rules of the
Game,
And out of Life he has gathered--What? A living,--and little
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I knew his face the moment that he passed
Triumphant in the thoughtless, cruel throng,--
Triumphant, though the quiet, tired eyes
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I sorter like a gloomy day,
Th' kind that jest _won't_ smile;
It makes a feller hump hisself
T' make life seem wuth while.
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STRAIGHT thinking,
Straight talking,
Straight doing,
And a firm belief in the might of right.
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When you're nearly drowned in trouble, and the world is dark as ink;
When you feel yourself a-sinking 'neath the strain,
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Trouble in the distance seems all-fired big--
Sorter makes you shiver when you look at it a-comin';
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IT'S a high-falutin' title they have handed us;
It's very complimentary and grand;
But a year or so ago they called us 'hicks,' you know--
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If I can help another bear an ill
By bearing mine with somewhat of good grace--
Can take Fate's thrusts with not too long a face
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