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Song of Years Song of Years by Bess Streeter Aldrich
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“Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.”
Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
“Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart... filled it, too, with a melody that would last forever. Even though you grew up and found you could never quite bring back the magic feeling of this night, the melody would stay in your heart always - a song for all the years.”
Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
“Such battles as he carried on now were in a wider sphere, their sole object the complete political annihilation of the dumb and dastardly Democrats.”
Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
“Sometimes I think I was the official killer of bad bills. One I recollect at this minute was about exemptin’ debtors from their just debts. The more I listened to ’em argue about lettin’ people get out from under their legitimate obligations, the madder I got. If the day ever comes when you can legislate people out of their honest debts . . . well, I never want to live to see it. The country will be in a bad way, that’s all I got to say for it.”
Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
“Indebtedness is the poor man’s curse. Just so, it’s a county’s curse . . . or a state’s . . . or a nation’s.”
Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
“Like some folks,” his father said when Phineas had been railing about them at home, “never tryin’ to pull through any bad goin’ unless made to. That’s what I always want you children to remember. Pull yourselves on through. No matter what you get stuck in . . . mud, swamps, gumbo, snow, jobs, difficulties, disappointments, hurts . . . any hard place or thing in life . . . don’t stop like an ox and wait for the black-snake to crack. Do your own thinkin’ . . . your own decidin’ . . . then put your neck to the yoke and do your own pullin’. Nobody in this world is ever goin’ to help get your load out but yourself. If you forget everything else I ever said to you: pull on through.”
Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years