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A Deed and a Word A Little stream had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn; He walled it in and hung with care A ladle at the brink; He thought not of the deed he did, But judged that all... Poet: Charles Mackay	Day Breaks What dost thou see, lone watcher on the tower, Is the day breaking? Comes the wished-for hour? Tell us the signs, and stretch abroad thy hand, If the bright morning dawns upon the land. “The stars are clear above me; scarcely one Has dimmed its rays in... Poet: Charles Mackay	Small Beginnings A Traveller through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree. Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breath its early vows; And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse... Poet: Charles Mackay	“Tell me, ye wingèd winds” TELL me, ye wingèd winds, That round my pathway roar, Do ye not know some spot Where mortals weep no more? Some lone and pleasant dell, Some valley in the west, Where, free from toil and pain, The weary soul may rest... Poet: Charles Mackay
The Good Time Coming There ’s a good time coming, boys. A good time coming: We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon-balls may aid the truth, But thought ’s a weapon stronger; We ’ll win our battle... Poet: Charles Mackay	Cleon and I Cleon hath a million acres, ne’er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, in a cottage I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes, not a penny I; Yet the poorer of the twain is Cleon, and not I. Cleon, true, possesseth acres, but the landscape I; Half the charms... Poet: Charles Mackay	Tubal Cain Old Tubal Cain was a man of might, In the days when earth was young; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright, The strokes of his hammer rung: And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear, Till the sparks rushed out in... Poet: Charles Mackay