The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me; In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you're free; In seeing wrongs and righti… - Edgar Guest

We have room for the man with an honest dream,
With his heart on fire and his eyes agleam;
We have room for the man with a purpose true,
Who comes to our shores to start life anew,
But we haven't an inch of space for him
Who comes to plot against life and limb.<p>We have room for the man who will learn our ways,
Who will stand by our Flag in its troubled days;
We have room for the man who will till the soil,
Who will give his hands to a fair day's toil,
But we haven't an inch of space to spare
For the breeder of hatred and black despair.

She wasn't hungry, so she said. A salad and a cup of tea
Was all she felt that she could eat, but it was different
with me.
"I'm rather hungry," I replied: "if you don't mind, I think
I'll take
Some oysters to begin with and a good old-fashioned
sirloin steak."<p>Now wives are curious in this; to make the statement blunt
and straight,
There's nothing tempts their appetites like food upon
another's plate;
And when those oysters six appeared she looked at them
and said to me,
"Just let me try one, will you, dear?" and right away she
swallowed three.

No man is greater than his will;
No gods to him will lend a hand!
Upon his courage and his skill
The record of his life must stand.
What honors shall befall to him,
What he shall claim of fame or pelf,
Depend not on the favoring whim
Of fortune's god, but on himself.