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- Happy Anniversary
- And some Napping
- Even More Fishing
- More Fishing
- Fishing
- Chicks First Outing
- More Work Day Pictures
- Take Your Kids to Work Day Pictures
- Hunter's Medals are Here
- Felted Kool-Aid Bag
- My Dear Husband Duck Wrangling and with Guinness
- Wool Fun
- Dying Wool
- The Pond is Finished
- Circus
- Pictures of Our Progress
- Spring in Progress
- Ducks First Swim
- Fawn Picture
- Signs of Spring
- Planting Table
- Ribbed Collar and Kool-aid Dyed Yarn
- First Completed Project
- Wedding Anniversary Celebration
- 60th Wedding Anniversary Pictures
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- 60th Wedding Anniversary
- Shooting Champions
- They are still egg shaped!
- Hunter and a Gold Laced WyandotteHere are my chick...
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About Me
- Morgen
- Coudersport, PA, United States
- This is a record of the Lauber Family activities in Coudersport Pa and in the world beyond!
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- cold antler farm
- Love this blog's pictures
- next scarf pattern
- Coudersport Football
- Farmgirl blog
- Mary Bobo's
- Rhonda Empson's Blog
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- Pittsburgh Penguins
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- Living Proof Blog
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The House By the Side of the Road
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THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss
_________________________________________
THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss
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1 comment:
they look like twins
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