Show JUS JUST T FOLKS B X uG Copyright 1912 1932 by Edgar A. A Quest Ouest HELPFULNESS He seemed so solemn sad when he Came hi lit to tell his grief to me And It was on my lips to say That I had heard that very day A dozen tales of hurt and woe From others whom I chanced to know But something stopped me and I stood And let him talk as best he could He was a man Id I'd never seen To me his care could little mean I I could have sent him off unheard With but a crisp and cruel word That henceforth he would live as one Whom I had turned my back upon And thinking thus I heard him him through Though there w was little I could do The thing that hurts in Troubles Trouble's clutch Is not that one must do l so 0 much For others worried and distressed But that full friendship at it its best So very little can bestow To ease another's weight of woe And that so often comes the call caU From those it cannot help at all to |