Banjo Patterson

Any Other Time

All of us play our very best game--
Any other time.
Golf or billiards, it's all the same--
Any other time.
Lose a match and you always say,
"just my luck! I was 'off' today!
I could have beaten him quite halfway--
Any other time!"

After a fiver you ought to go--
Any other time.
Every man you ask says "Oh,
Any other time.
Lend you a fiver! I'd lend you two,
But I'm overdrawn and my bills are due,
Wish you'd ask me--now mind you do--
Any other time!"

Fellows will ask you out to dine--
Any other time.
"Not tonight, for we're twenty-nine--
Any other time.
Not tomorrow, for cook's on strike--
Not next day, I'll be out on the bike--
Just drop in whenever you like--
Any other time!"

Seasick passengers like the sea--
Any other time.
"Something...I ate...disagreed...with me!
Any other time
Ocean-trav'lling is...simply bliss,
Must be my...liver...has gone amiss...
Why, I would laugh...at a sea...like this--
Any other time."

Most of us mean to be better men--
Any other time:
Regular upright characters then--
Any other time.
Yet somehow as the years go by
Still we gamble and drink and lie,
When it comes to the last we'll want to die--
Any other time!

Banjo Patterson

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry that I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then I took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Poetry!

I thought that, while waiting to post about a book finished, I would share some poetry. So here is the first poem.


Perfect Peace

Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace;
Over all victorious in it's bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day;
Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love,
We may trust Him fully, all for us to do;
They who trust Him, wholly, find Him wholly true.

Frances Ridley Havergal