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Show Just Folks ly Edgar A. Guest THOUGHTS ON A BIRTHDAY Thla grateful heart of mine rebels At what my mind ao feebly tells. And all thia day Has quarreled with my groping pen With words like thia: "No, try again; There'a more to aay! Surely you better can express The depth of human gratefulness. "You are his mind. I'm just his heart And I must play a voiceless part Pay heed to me! Why grope for wordaT I overflow over-flow With gratitude I ache to ahow. Why must you be So poor a medium to reveal What always hearts ao deeply feel?" The worried mind kept answering answer-ing back: "The trouble is, old Heart I lack, And all minda do. The gift of words that can portray por-tray The thinga which you would have me aay And that is true. There ia no mind that can Impart Im-part In worda the promptings of the heart." And still they quarrel! Still the mind Insists 'tis difficult to find The perfect phrase; Nor ever shall this, difference end; So high the heart holda every friend Who cheers my daya. The mind will always lack the art To voice an overflowing heart (Copyright. 1937, for The Telegram) . |