[
  {
    "title": "Who Bides His Time",
    "author": "James Whitcomb Riley",
    "lines": [
      "Who bides his time, and day by day",
      "Faces defeat full patiently,",
      "And lifts a mirthful roundelay,",
      "However poor his fortunes be,--",
      "He will not fail in any qualm",
      "Of poverty -- the paltry dime",
      "It will grow golden in his palm,",
      "Who bides his time.",
      "",
      "Who bides his time -- he tastes the sweet",
      "Of honey in the saltest tear;",
      "And though he fares with slowest feet,",
      "Joy runs to meet him, drawing near;",
      "The birds are hearalds of his cause;",
      "And, like a never-ending rhyme,",
      "The roadsides bloom in his applause,",
      "Who bides his time.",
      "",
      "Who bides his time, and fevers not",
      "In the hot race that none achieves,",
      "Shall wear cool-wreathen laurel, wrought",
      "With crimson berries in the leaves;",
      "And he shall reign a goodly king,",
      "And sway his hand o'er every clime",
      "With peace writ on his signet-ring,",
      "Who bides his time."
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  }
]