IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS.
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As far as you can, to every man
Let your aid be freely given,
And hit out straight, 'tis your shortest plan,
When against the ropes you're driven.
Let your aid be freely given,
And hit out straight, 'tis your shortest plan,
When against the ropes you're driven.
Mere pluck, though not in the least sublime,
Is wiser than blank dismay,
Since “No sparrow can fall before its time”
And we're valued higher than they;
So hope for the best, and leave the rest
In charge of a stronger hand,
Like the honest boors in the far-off west,
With the formula terse and grand.
Is wiser than blank dismay,
Since “No sparrow can fall before its time”
And we're valued higher than they;
So hope for the best, and leave the rest
In charge of a stronger hand,
Like the honest boors in the far-off west,
With the formula terse and grand.
They were men for the most part, rough and rude
Dull and illiterate,
But they nurs'd no quarrel, they cherish'd no feud,
They were strangers to spite and hate;
In a kindly spirit they took their stand,
That brothers and sons might learn
How a man should uphold the sports of his land,
And strike his best with a strong right hand,
And take his strokes in return.
“Twas a barbarous practise,” the quaker cries,
“‘Tis a thing of the past, thank heaven”—
Dull and illiterate,
But they nurs'd no quarrel, they cherish'd no feud,
They were strangers to spite and hate;
In a kindly spirit they took their stand,
That brothers and sons might learn
How a man should uphold the sports of his land,
And strike his best with a strong right hand,
And take his strokes in return.
“Twas a barbarous practise,” the quaker cries,
“‘Tis a thing of the past, thank heaven”—
