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Ef you strike a thorn or rose,
Keep a-goin’!
Ef it hails, or ef it snows,
Keep a-goin’!
’Taint no use to sit an’ whine,
When the fish ain’t on yer line;
Bait yer hook an’ keep a-tryin’—
Keep a-goin’!
When the weather kills yer crop,
Keep a-goin’!
When you tumble from the top,
Keep a-goin’!
S’pose you’re out o’ every dime,
Bein’ so ain’t any crime;
Tell the world you’re feelin’ prime—
Keep a-goin’!
When it looks like all is up,
Keep a-goin’!
Drain the sweetness from the cup,
Keep a-goin’!
See the wild birds on the wing,
Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
When you feel like sighin’ sing—
Keep a-goin’!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Frank Lebby Stanton (1857 - 1927) was born in Charleston, South Carolina. His father was a printer and when the Civil War disrupted Frank's education--he was 12--he decided to follow in his father's footsteps and began training as a printer. He worked at several small newspapers, gradually changing roles from printer to writer, and in 1889, joined the staff at the Atlanta Constitution, where he worked for the rest of his life as an editor and columnist. As one of America's most read columnists, Frank also wrote hundreds of poems, his work often compared to that of James Whitcomb Riley (who was a friend). In 1925, Frank was named Georgia's first Poet Laureate. This poem appears on his tombstone. Learn more about him here.
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