Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Saturday Night - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
How pleasant is Saturday night !
When all the week by our duty we 've stood ;
How pleasant is Saturday night,
When we Ve tried every day to be good.
How splendid is Saturday night !
When the trial and the labor is done :
When the frock that we promised the baby,
And the purse for his mother are won.
How bitter is Saturday night,
When your presence no fireside seeks ;
How painful is Saturday night
To the one who has idled for weeks.
How awful is Saturday night
And its lesson you sorrowing learn :
That the days full of hope that you idled away.
With their chances, will never return.
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