Salt Lake Telegram | 1932-04-29 | Page 4 | Just Folks

JUST FOLKS By EDGAR A A. A GUEST Copyright 1032 by Edgar A. A Guest MEMORY Out ol or the friendships of our years yeal's what comes Not trinkets given hen of silver sil and of gold But memories of the book bool a comrade thumbs Some scene he finds it pleasing to behold A footstep on the walk a bed of flowers Friends live in these through all our waking hours Lives are enriched by memories far more Than by high fortunes fortune's favors To the end He leaves his presence safe within the door Who once has paid a a visit as a friend The hearth fire blazes and an unseen throng throns Gathers to share the laughter and the song I sometimes think death gives them back to be Sublime companions for our common day Although no more their smiles our eyes can see With us who well remember still they stay The living suffer absence but the dead May walk with us the tle loneliest path we tread