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Title: Every life a delight
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Potts, James Henry, 1848-1942
Subjects: Conduct of life
Publisher: New York, Cincinnati, The Abingdon Press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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Personal Reflections Sweet childhood on the pebbly beach,Where gentle wavelets play, Keeps heaven closely within reachOf cottage by the Bay. O haven of rest! Too dear for earth! Too brief with thee my stay!Too sacred, far, that homely hearth— My cottage by the Bay! ENCLOSED FIND A letter reached me years ago,With others of the common sort; A strangers letter, welcome, though,Because of rare and good import. Its opening words, Please find enclosed,Prepared a pleasant sight to greet; And lo! two bright new bills reposedWithin the foldings of the sheet. Use when and where you need it most:Thus was expressed the donors care. Who is my kind and generous host?I looked, and lo! no name was there. But now and then, in later years,These tithing messages have come, And each, with some kind word that cheers,Has held a five, or smaller sum. And every dollar placed in trust For use somewhere when needed mostHas gone to buy a thread or crust, As designated by my host.323
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THE GAME IS UP THE TUG UPON THE LINE Cast in your hook! Await a strike! The fishing now is fine.There! there! a whale or something like Is tugging on your line. Why do your eyes bulge out, my friend? Why is your rod a bow?Reel in! Your line may reach the end, Then off your fish will go! He comes! The hook is still in place! I see his flashing side!An eager look now lights your face; The fish fights in the tide!324 Personal Reflections O, how he pulls! Your muscles stand Like ropes of corded twine!Hie, there! If you the game would land, Then hold right taut your line! Ah! steady, now! His run grows short! His fins have lost their spring!The game is up! The fishers sport Is taking rapid wing. Poor flopping fish! To throw you back My heart doth half incline;But wait! I feel another whack And tug upon the line! MY FAVORITE She is fair, yes, rather pretty,Also bright and counted witty;Cute in speech, but hardly saucy,Self-reliant, yet not bossy;Fine in person, tall and slender;Not a stoic,

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