Ballads for little folk . OLD MAXIMS. I. Hoe your own row. I think there are some maxims Under the sun,Scarce worth preservation ; But here, boys, is oneSo sound and so simple Tis worth while to know ;And all in the single line, Hoe your own row ! If you want to have riches, And want to have friends,Dont trample the means down And look for the ends ;But always remember Wherever you go,The wisdom of practicing, Hoe your own row ! Dont just sit 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 g


Ballads for little folk . OLD MAXIMS. I. Hoe your own row. I think there are some maxims Under the sun,Scarce worth preservation ; But here, boys, is oneSo sound and so simple Tis worth while to know ;And all in the single line, Hoe your own row ! If you want to have riches, And want to have friends,Dont trample the means down And look for the ends ;But always remember Wherever you go,The wisdom of practicing, Hoe your own row ! Dont just sit 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 h


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