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 Copy Share Image
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… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
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 Copy Share
I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead; They followed still his crooked way And lost a hundred years… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
Seek not for fresher founts afar, Just drop your bucket where you are; And while the ship right onward leaps, Uplift it from the… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
“There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
For men are prone to go it blind along the calf-paths of the mind To do what other men have done. They follow in… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
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 Copy Share
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share
