Show gI TODDLING by walt mason I 1 i 1 01 A thousand cares oppress the mind in life s iona lon summer day we weary of the galling grind and endless the way the journey s really not 80 long we vie hav have e not far to roa roam roan n and soon we 11 hear bt tte e evensong and then we 11 toddle home our burdens seem an awful pile and yet et they re I 1 not so great it if we would pack them with rith a smile we would not feel the weight ft U e murmur as we hold the plow and guide it through the loam bat bul dusk is corning coming even now and 1 roon soon well vie 11 toddle home borne we see a c oud of sullen gray and straightway we repine the storm is rising fast we say the sun no more will shine but in a space his golden beams v will ill light the azure dome until shall con e tha time for dreams and then we 11 toddle home no trouble lasts it if we are bra brae e and take a manly stand and tear fear becomes a cringing slave if we but raise a hand the evil that disturbs our rest is but a shadow gnome the sin gin is sinking inthe in the west aud soon we 11 toddle home borne then let us toddle home as free as birds that never weep as glod as children tired of play who only wish to sleep and while recording angels write our names in beav heaven en s tome we A e 11 seek our couch and say good night when we have toddled home |