My own participation in the campaign was delayed by the death of my son Calvin, which occurred on the seventh of July. He was a boy of much promise, proficient in his studies, with a scholarly mind, who had just turned sixteen. He had a remarkable insight into things. The day I became President he had just started to work in a tobacco field. When one of his fellow laborers said to him, if my father was President I would not work in a tobacco field, Calvin replied, If my father were your father, you would.... We do not know what might have happened to him under other circumstances, but if I had not been President, he would not have raised a blister on his toe, which resulted in blood poisoning, playing lawn tennis in the South Grounds.In his suffering he was asking me to make him well. I could not. When he went the power and the glory of the Presidency went with him. The ways of Providence are often beyond our understanding. It seemed to me that the world had need of the work that it was probable he could do. I do not know why such a price was exacted for occupying the White House.
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The memory of that scene for me is like a frame of film forever frozen at that moment: the red carpet, the green lawn, the white house, the leaden sky. The new president and his first lady.
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By night we lingered on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry;...
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If I had my life to live over I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
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The only preparations I made were getting ice, batteries, and canned foods. I also place my lawn furniture inside so that the wind will not blow it away.
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Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside And I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive Well, I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you It's getting cold in California I guess I'll be leaving soon Daylight fading, come and waste another year All the anger and the elequence are bleeding into fear Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn When we see the early signs that daylight's fading We leave just before it's gone...
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I know a man who is a diamond cutter. He mows the lawn at Yankee Stadium.
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A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,/ Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go.
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I know a man who is a diamond cutter. He mows the lawn at Yankee Stadium.
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Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
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The memory of that scene for me is like a frame of film forever frozen at that moment the red carpet, the green lawn, the white house, the leaden sky. ... The new president and his first lady.
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Like winter snow on summer lawn, time past is time gone.
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