Ballads for little folk . t and prayFor increase of your store, But work ; who will help himself,Heaven helps more. 8 2 Old Maxims. The weeds while youre sleeping,Will come up and grow, But if you would have theFull ear, you must hoe ! Nor will it do only To hoe out the weeds,You must make your ground mellow And put in the seeds ;And when the young blade Pushes through, you must knowThere is nothing will strengthen Its growth like the hoe ! There s no use of saying What will be, will be ;Once try it, my lack-brain, And see what youll see!Why, just small potatoes, And few in a row ;Youd better

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Ballads for little folk . t and prayFor increase of your store, But work ; who will help himself,Heaven helps more. 8 2 Old Maxims. The weeds while youre sleeping,Will come up and grow, But if you would have theFull ear, you must hoe ! Nor will it do only To hoe out the weeds,You must make your ground mellow And put in the seeds ;And when the young blade Pushes through, you must knowThere is nothing will strengthen Its growth like the hoe ! There s no use of saying What will be, will be ;Once try it, my lack-brain, And see what youll see!Why, just small potatoes, And few in a row ;Youd better take hold then, And honestly hoe! A good many workers Ive known in my time —Some builders of houses, Some builders of rhyme ;And they that were prospered, Were prospered, I know,By the intent and meaning of Hoe your own row ! Old Maxims. Ive known too, a good many Idlers, who said,: Ive right to my living, The world owes me bread !A right! lazy lubber ! A thousand times No !Tis his, and his only Who hoes his own row. 83.

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