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There came an old man down the road, And, O, he whistled fine

 

 

Whistling Men

 

by Mary Gilmore (1865-1962)

 

Australian writer

 

There came an old man down the road,

And, O, he whistled fine,

He brought a tune from out the wind –
A wind as cold as brine;
He took the pain from out the world,
And saved this heart of mine.

 

And down the stairway by my door,
Two days ago I heard
A whistling boy come hopping by
As if he were a bird;
I felt as though I were a leaf
A happy air had stirred.

 

God gave the whistling mouth to man
That he old griefs might drive
Back to the dens from which they came.
And keep his soul alive.
A whistling man makes life as sweet
As honey in a hive.

 

http://alldownunder.com/australian-authors/mary-gilmore/whistling-men.htm

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Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. - 1909 - 1954), Monday 20 June 1949,

 

Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 20 June 1949,

Do not yell “dinner” until your knife is in the loaf.

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In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories you share, by the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one another, and by the hopes for the future you have as individuals and as a unit.

MARGE KENNEDY, The Single Parent Family

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I can’t help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It’s as glorious as soaring through a sunset – almost pays for the thud.”

― L.M. Montgomery

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Many live in dread of what is coming. Why should we? The unknown puts adventure into life. … The unexpected around the corner gives a sense of anticipation and surprise. Thank God for the unknown future.
E. Stanley Jones

It had all been a storm in a teacup. ― David Howarth

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“But when we consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for making so much of the tea-cup.”

― Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea