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Continuous, unflagging effort, persistence and determination will win. Let not the man be discouraged who has these.

James Whitcomb Riley

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James Whitcomb Riley
Age: 66 †
Born: 1849
Born: October 7
Died: 1916
Died: July 22
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Greenfield
Indiana
Benjamin P. Johnson of Boone
Jay Whit
Uncle Sidney
James Withcomb Riley
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The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-'preserves' she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare! And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to old Aunt Mary's! Ah!
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Oh, the world's a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its cares and bitter crosses, but a good world after all. And a good God must have made it-leastways, that is what I say, When a hand is on my shoulder in a friendly sort of way.
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O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
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