Show buiu PHI K t M af r I 1 art AND away the allow dip aird rise among the last of n m s i devotees the they te Ilc egret gret across the autumn ahls flecked all with white like inland running seas I 1 deserted nests nast 5 that cling the eaves eave alona I are empty but the ricks belo below are r full 1 and so the heart of 0 man la is glad giali to song for plenty makes hla his prospect beautiful I 1 een en t the b e raggedy man Napo napolian Na liar who wags his beard at the clock at tills this thankful time sits down to dine with the stilt stiff old puritan stock the children come to feast abundant spread irown grown children with the silver in their hair and with them marked ty by hesitating tread and air subdued their own dear offspring r prin 9 fair affel affrighted gated still steil but grandmas grandeas grand mas voice assures ard clouded skies begin at once to clear she to her own each fainting heart hear t secures I 1 and purifies by love the atmosphere but the raggedy man napolean A genius gone astray through turkey thighs sends curious cries upon thanksgiving day before the feast what earnest prayers are said and at its iti close what heartfelt songs are sun sung g cro and regret to other scenes are fled t nile alle words of kindness trip from every tongue T the e gra graces ce be bend d to lift the mystic veil that hides the future on all other days where plenty stands and comfort cries all hall ye sons son s otmen join in a song of praise T then h en the raggedy man X napolean a polean sits high in his humble seat and he sings and laughs and he freely quarts and he orders the dark of the meat oh rags that push the cup of hope aside at other times your power Is lost today the world has curnal her back on selfish rinds pride to do good deeds without the hope of pay so shall sweet sleep unwonted pillows bless when western slopes have swallowed up the sun and tor for each set act of 0 special tenderness unto the poor on this thanksgiving done the raggedy man napolean who lives like the sun or stream like the moon or the rose with no thought of clothes will bring you a blissful dream CHARLES EUGENE BANKS |