| Show JUST FOLKS I CoPyright 1832 1932 by Edgar A. A Quest Ouest THREE FEARS Nothing to fear save bitterness And envy and crimson shame And whether the purse hold more or less Jess These terrors stay the same For loss may be a friend disguised Like rains which drench the soil soli And though the luxuries are prized The best Joys come from toll And so lets let's face the coming year 1 And bravely play the game Weve We've only these three things to fear j Bitterness envy shame I I Well We'll play the game with willi heads erect Come failure or success I No shame me in us shall men detect J Nor Nar envy nor bitterness j V |