There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare. Sam Walter Foss More Quotes by Sam Walter Foss More Quotes From Sam Walter Foss Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man. Sam Walter Foss house friendship men Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.. The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer -- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there. Sam Walter Foss prayer sweet night The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, Sam Walter Foss nature dream song Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains. Sam Walter Foss mountain brain men There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where highways never ran,-- But let me live by the side of the road, And be a friend to man. Sam Walter Foss stars self men One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. . . . . And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf. Sam Walter Foss boston home men Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again. Sam Walter Foss path men way The woods were made for the hunter of dreams... Sam Walter Foss hunters woods dream W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world a-usin' you? . W'en you travel through the strange Country t'other side the range, Then the souls you've cheered will know Who you be, an' say hullo. Sam Walter Foss soul men country Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish,--so am I; Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road, And be a friend to man. Sam Walter Foss strong wise men Just drop your bucket where you are. Sam Walter Foss buckets where-you-are Seek not for fresher founts afar, Just drop your bucket where you are; And while the ship right onward leaps, Uplift it from the exhaustless deeps. Parch not your life with dry despair; The stream of hope flow everywhere-- So under every sky and star, Just drop your bucket where you are. Sam Walter Foss stars uplifting opportunity A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead; They followed still his crooked way And lost a hundred years a day; For thus such reverence is lent To well established precedent. Sam Walter Foss boston men years I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur. Sam Walter Foss W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you? Sam Walter Foss woe men world Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are. Sam Walter Foss buckets afar keys
