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Show Hoe Your Own Row <br><br> This world is surely large enough For each to live his life Without colliding with his friend, Or giving cause for strife. There is no need to bandy words O'er what we find to to do, And he who gives unsought advice Will oft have cause to rue. <br><br> So, he who takes his time to roam O'er other people's land, Will find, when squaring his accounts, He has no cash in hand. The man whom once we thought a friend, With enmity we view, Should he come telling us the way Our business to pursue. <br><br> Too many irons in the fire May cause a blistered hand, And he who guards a neighbor's gold, Will find his own but sand. So then, perhaps it might be well To let our friends alone; Be sure, when digging up the ground, The land we hoe's our own. <br><br> You'd better save your breath to cool The dinner on your plate, Than use it up to give advice, And get, alas! but hate. For in this land of liberty The best way, you must know To win success in any path, Is just to "hoe your row." - N. Y. Weekly |