Salt Lake Telegram | 1931-12-07 | Page 6 | Just Folks

7 JUST FOLKS By EDGAR A. A GUEST Copyright 1931 by Edgar A. A Guest FEAR The great god Fear grinned back at me I r am the foe men never see oce The hurt they never lee feel I said heI he I II am am the wrong they never bear The poison polson they themselves prepare I 1 am the shadow on the stair tar I 1 have havo no voice and yet et I speak No strength and yet et 1 I blanch the cheek And leave iea e the strongest mortals weak I am the blackguard man befriends Heeds most f feeds s cherishes attends And all counsel wise defends I fire no gun I make no cr cry No lodging pl place In fact have I I. I Yet Im I'm the countless deaths men die Mine is humor a ghastly grim The Thc lamp of reason I can dim Though I am nothing but buta a whim I 1 am mans man's cruelest crudest bitterest foe Yet past his door I could not go Had he the wit to tell me No NoV 1 i