"There's Duty, Friend, To Jog With Arm In Arm"

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Title:     "There's Duty, Friend, To Jog With Arm In Arm"
Author: John Presland [More Titles by Presland]

There's duty, friend, to jog with arm in arm
Through these dark streets; there's kindliness indeed,
And there's the hope a little more to weed
Our own small patch of life which the tares harm;
There's patience for the folly of the earth;
There's pity for the poor who suffer wrong;
There's honour for the striving and the strong
--But ah, dear friend of mine, where is the mirth?
Where's the old jollity of everyday
That makes a holiday of common things
Because they all are shared by us aright,
The trivial daily work and happenings
Having a sort of fervour and delight,
And the sun rising, even, a different way?

[The end]
John Presland's poem: "There's Duty, Friend, To Jog With Arm In Arm"

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