THE SICK STOCKRIDER 



Elsie's tallest girl seems taller than your little 

 Elsie then ; 

 And Ethel is a woman grown and wed. 



I've had my share of pastime, and I've done 

 my share of toil, 

 And life is short — the longest life a 

 span ; 

 I care not now to tarry for the corn or for the 

 oil, 

 Or for the wine that maketh glad the heart 

 of man. 

 For good undone and gifts misspent and 

 resolutions vain, 

 'Tis somewhat late to trouble. This I 

 know — 

 I should live the same life over, if I had to live 

 again ; 

 And the chances are I go where most men 



go- 



The deep blue skies wax dusky and the tall 

 green trees grow dim, 

 The sward beneath me seems to heave and 

 fall; 



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