Sam Walter Foss
Sam Walter Foss was a librarian and poet whose works included The House by the Side of the Road and The Coming American.
He was born in rural Candia, New Hampshire. Foss lost his mother at age four, worked on his father's farm and went to school in the winter. He graduated from Brown University in 1882, and would be considered illustrious enough to warrant having his name inscribed on the mace. Beginning in 1898, he served as librarian at the Somerville Public Library in Massachusetts. He married a minister's daughter, with whom he had a daughter and son. Foss used to write a poem a day for the newspapers, and his five volumes of collected poetry are of the frank and homely ... more »
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Sam Walter Foss Poems
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.
The House by the Side of the Road
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
An Informal Prayer -- The Prayer Of Cyru...
“The proper way for a man to pray” said Deacon Lemuel Keyes, “and the only proper attitude is down upon his knees.”
The Ideal Husband to His Wife
We've lived for forty years, dear wife, And walked together side by side, And you to-day are just as dear As when you were my bride.
'How is business?' asks the young man of the Spirit of the Years; 'Tell me of the modern output from the factories of fate,
The Town of Hay
THE TOWN of Hay is far away, The town of Hay is far; Between its hills of green and gray Its winding meadows are.
I They met and they talked where the crossroads meet, Four men from the four winds come,
The Man From The Crowd
Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees, As alike as the bees in a swarming of bees
The True Bible
What is the world’s true Bible -- ‘tis the highest thought of man, The thought distilled through ages since the dawn of thought began.
The Coming War
'There will be a war in Europe, Thrones will be rent and overturned,' ('Go and fetch a pail of water,' said his wife).
The Coming Century
If the century gone, as the wise ones attest, Exceeds all the centuries before it, Then the century coming will better its best
The Poster-Painter's Masterpiece
'Let us paint a landscape in June,' he cried; 'A Landscape in high June.' And the poster-painter swelled with pride And trilled a merry tune.
Toil's Sweet Content
The Man of Questions paused and stood Before the Man of Toil, And asked, 'Are you content, my man, To dig here in the soil?
The trumpets were calling me over the hill, And I was a boy and knew nothing of men; But they filled all the vale with their clangorous trill,
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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.
Since then two hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o’er hill and glade,