. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. ere,—my blessing with you!And these few precepts in thy memorySee thou character.—Give thy thoughts no tongue,Nor any unproportiond thought his thou familiar, but by no means friends thou hast, and their adoption them to thy soul with hoops of steel;But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentOf each new^-hatched, unfledged comrade. BewareOf entrance to a quarrel; but being in,Beart that the opposed may beware of every man thine ear, but few thy voice:Take each mans censure, but reserve thy ju
. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. ere,—my blessing with you!And these few precepts in thy memorySee thou character.—Give thy thoughts no tongue,Nor any unproportiond thought his thou familiar, but by no means friends thou hast, and their adoption them to thy soul with hoops of steel;But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentOf each new^-hatched, unfledged comrade. BewareOf entrance to a quarrel; but being in,Beart that the opposed may beware of every man thine ear, but few thy voice:Take each mans censure, but reserve thy thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:For the apparel oft proclaims the a borrower nor a lender be,For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of above all: to thine own self be true,And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man. From One Hundred and Thirty ©its {Enniirvii ztttit ®nt $\ztmtxuz l^xxtms. The Flag Goes By Henry Holcomb Bennett (Bom December 5, 1863; ) Hats off!Along the street there comesA blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,A flash of color beneath the sky:Hats off!The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines,Over the steel-tipped, ordered off! The colors before us fly;But more than the flag is passing by. Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,Fought to make and to save the State:Weary marches and sinking ships;Cheers of victory on dying lips; Days of plenty and years of peace;March of a strong lands swift increase;Equal justice, right and law,Stately honor and reverend awe; Sign of a nation, great and strongTo ward her people from foreign wrong:Pride and glory and honor,—allLive in the colors to stand or fall. Hats off!Along the street there comesA blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;And loyal hearts are beating high:Hats off!The flag is passing by! Page One Hundred and Thirt
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