| Show J Just LJ st Fo Folks B St EDG u. GUEST CONQUEST This was his hil success at l last t Not the money t that athe he made Not the shad shadow w that he cast castIn castIn castIn In the busy marts of ot trade But a patch of ground green grassed Where his children pla played ed All AU that he had ever earned Found itself again retold In the fires which brightly burned On his hearth when nights were cold And the garden where ho he turned Earth to nourish marigold In the happy lives of those Who had trusted him he found Every j joy y a mor mortal 1 knows On that little bit of ground Bloomed tho the peony and the tho rose And with love his life liCe was crowned Men and women strong and nd tr true Speak of him today with pride From the work he had to do Never once he turned aside And a a. great soul passed from view On the morning when he died Copyright 1936 Edg Edgar r A. A Guest |