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Edgar Guest - Reward
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Don`t want medals on my breast,
    Don`t want all the glory,
I`m not worrying greatly lest
    The world won`t hear my story.
A chance to dream beside a stream
    Where fish are biting free;
A day or two, `neath skies of blue,
    Is joy enough for me.

I do not ask a hoard of gold,
    Nor treasures rich and rare;
I don`t want all the joys to hold;
    I only want a share.
Just now and then, away from men
    And all their haunts of pride,
If I can steal, with rod and reel,
    I will be satisfied.

I`ll gladly work my way through life;
    I would not always play;
I only ask to quit the strife
    For an occasional day.
If I can sneak from toil a week
    To chum with stream and tree,
I`ll fish away and smiling say
    That life`s been good to me.
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