182.
Hope for the best
Get ready for the worst
And take what god sends
183.
Work for some good
be it ever so slowly;
Cherish some flower
be it ever so lowly
Labor - all labor is holy.
184.
There are tears for many
and pleasures for the few
But let the world pass on
Dear, theres love for me
and you.
185.
May happiness be thy lot
And peace thy steps, attend
accept this tribute of
respect from one who is your friend
186.
You ask for something
original hit where
shall I begin?
For there’s nothing original
in me except original sin
187.
As gold more brilliant
from the fire appears thus
friendship brightens by
the length of years.
188.
Passing through
of action last we part
before its end;
Make within your modest volume,
this memento from a friend
189.
Do al the good you can,
In all the ways you can,
To all the people you can,
Just as long as you can.
190.
I’ve looked these pages
o’er and o’er to see
what others wrote
before. And in this
little lonely spot
I’ll here inscribe
For-get-me-not.
191.
Remember I say
when you look over
these pages
That writing in albums
is like working for wages
192.
If scribbling in albums
remembrance insures
with greatest of pleasure
Ill scribble in yours
193.
Remember me dear friend
When on these lines you look
Remember it was I
Who wrote this in your book.
194.
Where you are sitting all alone
Reflecting on the past
Remember you have a friend
That will forever last.
195.
Within this book so pure
And white; let none
but friends presume
to write;
And may each line
with friendship given
Direct the readers thoughts
to heaven.
196.
Remember me when
far, far off
Where the wood chucks
die with the
whooping cough.
197.
Be not wise in thine
own eyes;
Fear the lord and
depart from evil.
198.
May life be to thee one long
summer day
199.
To kit and spin was
once a girls enjoyment
But now to dress and
have a beau is all al
girls enjoyment
200.
To night happens what may.
Feb 21. 1904 Sunday Eve
I.
My Old Kentucky Home
The sun shines bright
in the old Kentucky
home
Tis summer the darkies
are gay
The corn-tops ripe and
The meadows in the bloom
White the birds make
music all the day;
The young folks roll on
the little cabin floor
All merry all happy
and bright
By’n by hard times
comes a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home
Good-night
(Cho)
(Cho) Weep no more my lady
weep no more today
we will sing one song
for the old Kentucky
home
for the old Kentucky
home good-night
II.
They hunt no more for
the possum
and the coon. On the meadow
hill and the shore. They sing no
more by the glimmer of the moon
On the bench by the old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o’er
the heart. With sorrow where all was
delight. The time has some where
the darkies have to part. Then my
old Kentucky
home good-night
(Cho)
III.
The head must bow
and the back will bent
Wherever the darkey may go
A few more days and
the trouble all will end
In the fields where the
sugar canes grow
A few more days for to
tote the weary load
No matter twill never be light
A few more days we’ll
totter on the road
When my old Kentucky
home good-night
(Cho)
Weep no more my lady
Oh! weep no more today
We will sing one song
For old Kentucky
home
For the old Kentucky
home
Far away.