Happy days; carolings of Colorado, etc. — John Shaqi
Happy days; carolings of Colorado, etc.Brown, Samuel R.
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Happy days; carolings of Colorado, etc.
Brown, Samuel R.
American poetry; Colorado -- Poetry
Sailor-man, sailor-man, the pure at heart alone are glad.
True happiness in bosom vile can never dwell.
The vain-glorious and the criminal both alike are sad.
Bid, then, to pride, vanity and malevolence farewell.
Sailor-man, sailor-man, in thy rectitude serene and strong,
Having done thy “lubber mates” no wrong,
So live on, sailor-man, that when thou shalt die,
To the mystic realms of Death thou shalt go trustingly;
With no guilt at thy heart, and no shame on thy face,
But being worthy, and confident still of His mercy and grace,
So thou shalt stand without fear in the grand, solemn courts Upon High,
Foreseeing that a kind, loving Wisdom beyond the dank grave
Will never let perish one single, pure, precious worthy life that He
gave.
Sailor-man, sailor-man
Sail on, it soon will be dawn.
Sail on, without fretting or fear.
The darkness is lifting--no breakers are near!
Sailor-man, sail on, with a heart full of cheer!
_BE JOYOUS, BE GENTLE, WORTHY, KIND_
Be joyous! Yes, be joyous--be gentle, worthy, kind;
Fling rank, fling titles to the wind;
Put pride, put selfishness behind;
Throw caste, throw prejudice away!
Show mankind more humanity;
You may not live another day.
Why mortals frail? Why vain? Why proud?
Soon lowly ye shall lie, swathed in a shroud.
Alike, the rich, the great, the small,
The grave ere long engulfeth all.
Time’s scythe mows down all human kind;
Time spares no rank. Oh, Death and Time, are blind.
Then, mortals frail, be just, be good;
Treat not thy fellows mean and rude;
Ye who true happiness would know
Must kindness first to others show.
Learn, then, ye mortals who are sad,
Kind acts! Kind acts will make you glad.
Have honor, truth, and principle.
Thy word should be thy bond. Fulfill
Thy promises; nor lie for further favors still.
Cheat not That One who “credit” gives;
They who defraud are worst of thieves!
What chance have they in Heaven to dwell
Who swindle God and man on earth--pray tell?
Of worldly pelf, when thou hast need,
Go work, go work. ’Tis good to delve!
Hard labor counts. Be not afraid.
Great power lies within thy self.
Apply that force. Begin! Why wait?
Self-effort delays not that friends may aid.
Have courage! Yes, be brave.
Cowardice is a self-fettered slave!
Have lofty purposes, ambitious dreams!
He is a clod who never schemes.
Energy, economy, skill, thoroughness,
Par excellence, insures success!
Be useful. Yes, bear thy hard load!
Rebel not ’gainst the will of God.
Work! Work! All honest toil is blessed.
Work faithfully; soon thou shalt rest.
To further some great good intent He placed thee here;
Then murmur not--be of good cheer.
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