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                       THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

                               by Sam Walter Foss

Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)

             "He was a friend to man, and lived
             In a house by the side of the road."- Homer
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     There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
       In the place of their self-content;
     There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
       In a fellow's 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.
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     Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
       Where the race of men go by-
     The men who are good and the men who are bad,
       As good and as bad as I.
     I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
       Or hurl the cynic's ban-
     Let me live in a house by the side of the road
       And be a friend to man.
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     I see from my house by the side of the road,
       By the side of the highway of life,
     The men who press with the ardor of hope,
       The men who are faint with the strife.
     But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears,
       Both parts of an infinite plan-
     Let me live in a house by the side of the road
       And be a friend to man.
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     I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
       And mountains of wearisome height;
     That the road passes on through the long afternoon
       And stretches away to the night.
     But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice.
       And weep with the strangers that moan,
     Nor live in my house by the side of the road
       Like a man who dwells alone.
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     Let me live in my house by the side of the road-
       It's here 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.

Reproduced by permission of World Library Inc., 2809 Main Street, Irvine CA 92714-9789. (c) 1996.

My WP's grammar checker had a wild time with Mr. Foss' poetic expression; and objected repeatedly to the misuse of generic terms. This poem was written in the past. Eh?

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