Journal of the Outdoor Life, 6

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Journal of the Outdoor Life Publishing Company, 1909
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˹ 286 - Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time.
˹ 62 - Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb: My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say, "I can.
˹ 285 - I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
˹ 62 - They do me wrong who say I come no more When once I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake and rise to fight and win.
˹ 286 - Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, and so they take a thousand stitches to-day to save nine to-morrow. As for work, we haven't any of any consequence. We have the Saint Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still.
˹ 6 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
˹ 123 - Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
˹ 57 - Numerous reports during the latter part of September and the first part of October came from several localities in the State stating that myriads of moths were being attracted to the electric lights.
˹ 285 - We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.
˹ 56 - States. But not only in the number of institutions but also in the variety of people interested and in the increase in workers, can the progress of the antituberculosis campaign be measured. Never before in the history of the United States have so many movements cooperated and allied to fight the common foe, the white plague. Never in any single year have so many different organizations and so many different ranks of people been stirred to activity in a movement for the betterment of the condition...

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