They put them discreetly away.

They’re the workers, the lifters of burdens,—who dare

To fight for the right if need be,

Alone ’gainst a world—

And defiance they hurl

To all tyrants wherever they be.

You have met these three classes of people, I’m sure,

As you’ve traveled adown life’s way—

The folks with their wish-bone enormously grown,

And the “jaw-bones,” who talk all the day.—

And I know you have shunned them,

As others have done

From the day that time began,

But you’ve hailed with delight,

And you’ve longed for the sight

Of the steady, quiet, “back-boned” man.

[Pg 38]

[Pg 38]

SMILES AND TEARS

Swift run the hours on to days

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