Show I I I FAITH IN MEN John D Wells Yells in Buffalo News es esNo No heart so wholly bad I know Nor so filled up with selfishness But that a closer view would show Some little touch of or tenderness A word a thought of beauty rare Beneath It all must linger there The dormant Joy Of other days dars darsA d s sA A barefoot boy By pleasant ways A fielda fielda rill Such fancies will Conceal themselves neath all aU that give gle The heart Its Us and live No ear BO so closed to all sweet And so attuned to word But listens while while the years repeat The woodland songs gongs his boyhood heard That does doeR no hear with joy intense inte Int ise se seThe The lisp of ot childish innocence That neer never hears heas When Memry sings Of ot other vears years And better things When youth was nigh And golden why Beneath Belle th the bad theres always s good 1 If U you ou and I but b t understood |