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No One Can Help You Die
Alice Rebecca Maneer Young 1873-1907 - jim Young and Alice (Maneer) Young poem circa 1905-1907 "There is so much bad in the best of us, And so much good in the worst of us. That it hardly becomes any of us, To speak evil of the rest of us.” Feast and your halls are crowded. Fast and the world goes by. Succeed and give will help you live, But no one can help you die. I found this poem in a photo album/scrap book that my paternal grandfather received from Santa in 1905 when he was 7 years old. Judging from some other writings in this book, it appears it was written by his mother. However I do not know if she created it or borrowed it from another source. Although it was undated, it had to have been written between December 1905 and December of 1907 when my grandfather’s mother died. It starts out with a humbling message and ends on kind of a morbid note. Has anyone ever seen this poem before or know anything about its origin? Until I discover otherwise I will credit its creation to...
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