Show life a scars f they say the world la is round and yet i I 1 often think it square S so 0 many little hurts we get 3 from corners here and tl ti ere but one great truth in life I 1 ve found while journeying to the west the only folks who really wound are those we love the best the man inan you thoroughly despise can rouse your wrath Us true annoyance in your heart hear will rise at things mere strangers do but those are only passing ills this rule all lives will prove the rankling wound which ache and thrills Is dealt by hands we love the choicest garb the sweetest grace are oft to strangers shown the careless mien the frowning face are given to our own we flatter those we scarcely know we please the fleeting guest and deal full many a thoughtless blow to those who love us best J love does not grow on every tree nor true hearts i early bloom alas tor for those who only see this cut across a tomb but soon or late the fact grows plain to all through sorrow 8 test the only folks who give us pain are those we love the best woman a journal |