Edmund Vance Cooke

Edmund Vance Cooke Poems

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
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We called him 'Rags.' He was just a cur,
But twice, on the Western Line,
That little old bunch of faithful fur
Had offered his life for mine.
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My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo
So close I could almost touch,
And I fed him a couple of times or so,
And I wasn't a fraidy-cat, much.
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Here's a motto, just your fit--
Laugh a little bit.
When you think you're trouble hit,
Laugh a little bit.
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You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
You may worry a bit, if you must;
You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,
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'A Triplet of Quatrains.'
To deftly do what many dimly think;
To fund a feeling for the world to borrow;
To turn a tear to printer's ink;
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Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loathe to tell them so.
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An ancient ape, once on a time,
Disliked exceedingly to climb,
And so he picked him out a tree
And said, 'now this belongs to me.
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9.

You may tinker with the tariff and make some simple gains,
You may put on tolls or take 'em off, inducing party pains;
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The man who fears to go his way alone,
But follows where the greater number tread,
Should hasten to his rest beneath a stone;
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He is so little to be so bold!
Why, he came to the house (so I've been told)
And his very first call
Sufficed to install
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HIM!

He dressed hisself from top ter toe
To beat the lates' fash'n.
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How Did You Die?

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there -- that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,
It's how did you fight -- and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?

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