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Show ' More Truth Than Poetry j J By JAMES J. MONTAGUE . A0VINTUNI Although you often have been told. My little wistful friend. Tbat you may find a pot of gold , Beneath tha rain bow 'a end. rVI often, toward tbat ahlnlng goal nave youtnrul etepa Men act. But i, of i single eager eoul ., Haa aver foaad It yet! - . Perhapa tha clouda ara el Ivor lined. But vain la every queet Among tbelr rose-hued banka designed To fill a treasure cheat. . You'll never turn to living fires ' The glow-worm e tiny flame; In vein are moat of our desires- But, held them juat tha asme. Go welch tha clouds that slowly drift Aero as the harvest jnoont Or watch them elowly melt aad lift Beneath tha aun at noon: No aUver lining meets your sight. But on .that frescoed dome You II fl.id more visions of delight ' Than ha who staye at home I Oo ae arching for tha ralnbow'a aad Tuo'l bear along tba way The thrushes, singing aa they bend Above their neeta aU day. Aad though you find no gold at alt. And walk for many a mile. You'll be content at eventide - - The Journey'a worth tha while. ICopjrtahU 12. by the BeU eradicate, lac-) a |