Show T T T Q 1 B EDGAR JUST t FOLKS T T Q Y I AGUET THE LASTING GAINS If life be nothing more than money getting Then sad indeed are we And none should blame us for our const it At money poverty If only riches count with us to lose them Is lifes life's pain But there are arc those who constantly refuse them joy to gain They seem to see beyond the petty penny And deep within the clay Splendors worth claiming and achievements many The soul may bear away They deal with kindness and they build with pity And much joy they take Not from tall taU buildings which adorn a city But from friends they make The sky means something to them and the beauty Of tree and flower Lightens the dark drab days days' of dreary duty And Arid m many mOny ny an hour They give themselves to song and merry laughter High faith and things of worth And d shape their souls to face the long lorig hereafter hereafter here here- J after after- With on the earth I |