YE WEARIE WAYFARER 



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. 



They were men, for the most part rough and 

 rude, 

 Dull and illiterate, 

 But they nursed no quarrel, they cherished 

 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 practice," the quaker 

 cries, 



" 'Tis a thing of the past, thank heaven " — 



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