Front matter
Sunshine and Shade
IN
A Happy Itinerants Life.
Preface
Was it not said by some great sage That life is an unwritten page?
We write our fate, and when old age Or death comes on,
We drop the pen.
From good or ill, from day to day, Each deed we do, each word we say, Makes its impress on the clay, Which molds the minds Of other men.
And all our acts and words and deeds Sown o'er the past, whence future deeds Spring up to form our wheat or weeds ; And as we've sown,
So reap we then.
Contents
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Preface v
Introduction xi
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