Every life a delight . rstitionand govern yourself by sound judgment. None of the old super-stitions have any basis in fact. Even a ghost has actually neverbeen seen. The world is as you know it, and it is becoming what youand others make it. 301 Every Life A Delight A CANNONADE If words were cannon balls of size,And thoughts were smokeless powder, Id fire off a big surprise,As loud as guns, or louder. I d shoot at all the spooks and ghosts,And send the varmints flying; I d mow down errors mighty hostsWith all the troops of lying. Then next I d turn the guns aroundAnd slay all superstition;I d
Every life a delight . rstitionand govern yourself by sound judgment. None of the old super-stitions have any basis in fact. Even a ghost has actually neverbeen seen. The world is as you know it, and it is becoming what youand others make it. 301 Every Life A Delight A CANNONADE If words were cannon balls of size,And thoughts were smokeless powder, Id fire off a big surprise,As loud as guns, or louder. I d shoot at all the spooks and ghosts,And send the varmints flying; I d mow down errors mighty hostsWith all the troops of lying. Then next I d turn the guns aroundAnd slay all superstition;I d make the clearing field aboundWith growing erudition. I d drive out all the doubts and fears, Credulity included,And midst a din of shouts and cheers See ignorance excluded. I d hoist the flag of Wisdoms light, Gigantic evils purging;And draw the friends of truth and right Around the standard surging. And then, with victory complete, Id have a celebration,To show mankind the glorious feat Of conquered degradation. 302. WISHING YOU DELIGHT PART SEVENTHPERSONAL REFLECTIONS None are so great, so strong, so highThat all beneath the vaulted sky To them by right belongs;None are so small, so weak, so lowThat mildly for an hour or so They may not sing their songs. Personal Reflections MY STORY The best part of my life-story is that which precedes it;therefore I will tell it myself. I know nothing of my ancestors farther back than threegenerations—my father, his father, and his father, or, as somewould speak of the last one, my great grandfather. Just why it is custom to call fore-parents great and grandis more than I can understand. The only greatness that somemen achieve is that they live a long time, and then they areusually anything but grand. No evidence is in my hands that I am descended from anyone very great or grand, though I claim as excellent an ancestryas the average man. I knew my mother, for I lived with her fifteen years beforeshe died. She was lovely to me, as, indee
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