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Show f More Truth Than Poetry By JAMES J. MONTAGUE ; 'V HOPE Thr- a town thy call Tomorrow Up along th road lom-Thir., Whr lhr Isn't ny vorrow, Anjr hMrt-brMk of dt-plr. It'i a plac wNri lit 1 1 Labor la reward ad with auoeaas, Whara tha tunaful pi pa and tabor eUd tha march to happlnaa. 1 can aaa tha towar ahlnlnr Whan tra momlns aun flows Ta4 I can tha atlvar lininy of tha cleuda that float o'arnaatl Brfht-hud birds ara avar wnln Thraujrh tha branchaa all dar lonar And maiodloua balls ara ringing In a g-laa and foldaa song. . . So. forgetful of tha worry. And tha car a that form my load. With an aagar atap I hurry , 'Round aach turn along tha road. And tha towars arar claarar Plerca tha limpid light of day, IrOomlng naarar atlll and nearar, Aa 1 Journay on my way. a a a Still my patlant way fm wandlng J Through tha TaJlay. oar tha hill Though th road aaama nu.lt a un and teg. And my load Is hcavlar stlU. I am weary now and jaded. - And tha aun Is far paat noon. But 1 always am parsuadad That I'll ranch H pratty aoon, (Copyright, IK I, by Ua Ball Byndlcats, Inc.) |