A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.
More Quotes from Eugene Field:
A mighty cry of love made he--No answering word to him gave she,
But looked, and then sunk back again
Into the dark and depthless sea.
Eugene Field
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew.
Eugene Field
A roseate hue seems to imbue
The world on which I'm blinking;
My fellow-men--I love them when
I'm drinking, drinking, drinking.
Eugene Field
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple pie and cheese.
Eugene Field
Sweetheart, take this, a soldier said,
And bid me brave good-by;
It may befall we ne'er shall wed,
But love can never die.
Eugene Field
Glory to God, whom this dear Child
Hath by His coming reconciled,
And whose redeeming love again
Brings peace on earth, good will to men!
Eugene Field
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