Salt Lake Herald-Republican | 1907-01-18 | Page 2 | Broken Toys

BROKEN TOYS flattered that loot A part of their face toy wagons and drums toot In a heap without order or grace Trains arid animals Thir and their glory destroyed But e time bright spirit of that flamed And oh dreams they enjoyed Opt in the garden plais with the top We bought him l Christmas a Oar The new WIth their splendor have In Increased creased his crop flut the old battered type ore o dear There by the window she plays ith tie light In the language a little girl knows And oh the rag babe In her arms Is a fright ut silA loves It clear down to its toot Battered and and crooked and bent But over od toys what a gra o oTh Th charm emotion has lent Adds glory to old face p Battered and broken friendships old friends Bat here as the sun travels west Mi ero the of old comradeship ends the old friends are tue best