Show JUST FOLKS By EDGAR A. A GUEST Copyright 1931 b br by A. A Quest Guest 4 TIlE THE ODDS The things men fear are glorys glory's ripest seeds The darkest day brings forth mans man's brightest deeds Is is the threat of imminent defeat That ultimately makes the victory sweet Who lives at last to triumph will at length Recount the heavy odds which tried his strength Men think they wish to live Uve their days in hi case ease But peace and comfort give no victories In difficulty lies lles all true delight Fear becomes Joy when wrongs are put to right The fretful failures which have tried the soul Are glorious memories once we reach the goaL Why are arc the tales of ot hardship proudly told Why do men still re live their struggles old Recall to mind with pride the storms they've known And tell the long dark nights they wept alone Unless the dangers which they feared the most Have grown gro to be the Joys they choose to boast Time W was S we thought that cruel was our fate But now we love the woes we bore in hate The care that brought the frown fro now brings a smile Our happiest memory Is our dreariest mile mUe And it shall mall be when we have lived them through I That Tha these dark days shall prove our strength anew |