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Show THE SAD LITTLE FACE. A sad little face looks but at me From a frame that is old and wornj Oh, a queer little fare It Is to see. The face of a Child forlorn A strange little child that I used to know. Far away where the hills were blue Who dreamed of a great world long ago. And of wonders that he would do. a Oh. strange little boy, why were you sad? Did you dread in that far-off day. The heart-breaking hours that I - have bad On the long and the hard, steep way? A sad little face looks out at me From the past that Is growing; dim-Alas, dim-Alas, that dreams which were once for me ' - Can never come true for him! ( Chicago Record-Herald. |