Classic Poem

Spite o' the tempests a-blowin',
Still had one story to tell:
Bright, sunny weather, or snowin',
Allus felt “tollable well.”

Half o' the settlement sighin'—
Things gone to ruin, pell-mell!
Never did hear him a-cryin'—
Allus felt “tollable well!”

'Course he had trouble an' sorrow
(Come to us all fer a spell),
But, seein' a brighter to-morrow,
He allus felt “tollable well.”