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From north and south, and from the east and west; He comes as comes the cool and grateful breeze's breath. He need not be an angel from the blest, He might be, thus, too good for man's comÂpanionship. |
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DON'T SAW YOURSELF OFF OF A LIMB.
There was a young man who climbed up a tree, And he was as healthy as healthy could be; But now he's a sight that is sorry to see, And, oh, I would hate to be him!
He was pruning the tree to encourage its health, To make it bear better, and swell his own wealth, But sorrow came to him, wolf-like in its stealth, When he sawed himself off of a limb.
The man who is doing quite well at his trade, Should always stick to it, and not be afraid That Fortune, the fickle and fussy old jade, Can injure his chance in the swim.
But when he lets go what he knows how to do, And jumps into something that's too very new, |
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