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Dexheimer, Florence Chambers, 1866-1925 / Sketches of Wisconsin pioneer women
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Scott, Jessie W.
Mrs. Mary Warren,   p. 57 PDF (163.1 KB)


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               MRS. MARY WARREN
               Author-Jessie W. Scott
                        Waupun
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    Another woman of strong personality, was Mrs. Mary
Warren of Fox Lake. Having the qualities of leadership, she
had the gift of drawing people together and interesting them
in good works.
    She did a great deal for the temperance movement, going
about speaking to the settlers in school houses and homes.
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-           ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
        Author-M. P. Wheeler, Co. "G", 29th
                 Wisconsin Volunteers
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           THE WAY OF THE WORLD
                  (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
           Contributed by the Waterloo Chapter
       Laugh and the world laughs with you;
       Weep and you weep alone,
       For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
       But has troubles enough of its own;
       Sing, and the hills will answer,
       The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
       But shrink from voicing care.
       Rejoice and men will seek you,
       Grieve, and they turn and go,
       They want full measure of all your pleasure,
       But they do not need your woe;
       Be glad and your friends are many,
       Be sad, and you loose them all;
       There are none to decline your nestar'd wine
       But you must drinks life's gall.
       Feast, and your halls are crowded,
       Fast, and the world goes by,
       Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
       But no man can help you die!
       There is no room in the halls of pleasure,
       For a large and lordly train,
       But only one by one we must all file on,
       Through the narrow isles of pain.
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