英文原著系列-just folks

英文原著系列英文原著系列-Just-Just FolksFolksJust Fol ks 1 J ust Folks by Edgar A. Guest Just Fol ks 2 J ust Folks We're queer fol ks here. We'l l tal k about the weather, The good ti mes we have had together, The good ti mes near, The roses buddi n', an' the bees Once more upon thei r nectar sprees; The scarl et fever scare, an' who Came mi ghty near not pul l i n' through, An' who had l i ght attacks, an' al l The thi ngs that i nt'rest, bi g or smal l ; But here you'l l never hear of si nni n' Or any scandal that's begi nni n'. We've got too many other l abors To scatter tal es that harm our nei ghbors. We're strange fol ks here. We're tryi n' to be cheerful , An' keep thi s home f rom getti n' tearful . We hol d i t dear Too dear f or petti ness an' meanness, An' nasty tal es of men's uncl eanness. Here you shal l come to j oyous smi l i n', Secure from hate an' harsh revi l i n' Here, where the wood fi re bri ghtl y bl azes, You'l l hear from us our nei ghbor's prai ses. Here, that they'l l never grow to doubt us, We keep our fri ends al ways about us; An' here, though storms outsi de may pel ter I s refuge for our fri ends, an' shel ter. We've one rul e here, An' that i s to be pl easant. The fol ks we know are al ways present, Or very near. An' though they dwel l i n many pl aces, We thi nk we're tal ki n' to thei r faces; An' that keeps us f rom onl y seei n' The faul ts i n any human bei n', An' checks our tongues when they'd go trai l i n' I nto the mi re of mortal fai l i n'. Fl aws aren't so bi g when fol ks are near you; You don't tal k mean when they can hear you. An' so no scandal here i s started, Because from fri ends we're never parted. As I t Goes I n the corner she's l eft the mechani cal toy, On the chai r i s her Teddy Bear fi ne; The thi ngs that I thought she woul d real l y enj oy Don't seem to be qui te i n her l i ne. There's the f l axen-hai red dol l that i s l ovel y to see And real l y expensi vel y dressed, Lef t al one, al l uncared f or, and strange though i t be, She l i kes her rag dol l y the best. Oh, the money we spent and the pl ans that we l ai d And the wonderful thi ngs that we bought! There are toys that are cunni ngl y, ski l l ful l y made, Just Fol ks 3 But she seems not to gi ve them a thought. She was pl eased when she woke and di scovered them there, But never a one of us guessed That i t i sn't the spl endor that makes a gi ft rare- She l i kes her rag dol l y the best. There's the fl axen-hai red dol l , wi th the real human hai r, There's the Teddy Bear l eft al l al one, There's the automobi l e at the foot of the stai r, And there i s her toy tel ephone; We thought they were fi ne, but a l i ttl e chi l d's eyes Look deeper than ours to fi nd charm, And now she's i n bed, and the rag dol l y l i es Snuggl ed cl ose on her l i ttl e whi te arm. Hol l yhocks Ol d-f ashi oned f l owers! I l ove them al l : The morni ng-gl ori es on the wal l , The pansi es i n thei r patch of shade, The vi ol ets, stol en f rom a gl ade, The bl eedi ng hearts and col umbi ne, Have l ong been garden fri ends of mi ne; But memory every summer f l ocks About a cl ump of hol l yhocks. The mother l oved them years ago; Besi de the fence they used to grow, And though the garden changed each year And certai n bl ooms woul d di sappear To gi ve thei r pl aces i n the ground To somethi ng new that mother found, Some pretty bl oom or rosebush rare- The hol l yhocks were al ways there. I t seems but yesterday to me She l ed me down the yard to see The fi rst tal l spi res, wi th bl oom afl ame, And taught me to pronounce thei r name. And year by year I watched them grow, The f i rst f l owers I had come to know. And wi th the mother dear I 'd yearn To see the hol l yhocks return. The garden of my boyhood days Wi th hol l yhocks was kept abl aze; I n al l my recol l ecti ons they I n fri endl y col umns nod and sway; And when to- day thei r bl ooms I see, Al ways the mother smi l es at me; The mi nd's bri ght chambers, l i f e unl ocks Each summer wi th the hol l yhocks. Just Fol ks 4 Sacr ifice When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger's not a feat. When he has more than he can spend I t i sn't hard to gi ve or l end. Who gi ves but what he'l l never mi ss Wi l l never know what gi vi ng i s. He'l l wi n f ew prai ses f rom hi s Lord Who does but what he can afford. The wi dow's mi te to heaven went Because real sacri fi ce i t meant. Just Fol ks 5 Rewar d Don't want medal s on my breast, Don't want al l the gl ory, I 'm not worryi ng greatl y l est The worl d won't hear my story. A chance to dream besi de a stream Where fi sh are bi ti ng free; A day or two, 'neath ski es of bl ue, I s j oy enough f or me. I do not ask a hoard of gol d, Nor treasures ri ch and rare; I don't want al l the j oys to hol d; I onl y want a share. Just now and then, away from men And al l thei r haunts of pri de, I f I can steal , wi th rod and reel , I wi l l be sati sfi ed. I 'l l gl adl y work my way