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Show Song. So much to do and so little done. So long the way ere the batttle is won; So many thorns where violets grew. But gladly I bear them, my dearest for you. V S- many skies that threaten and frown. So steep the hills to the coveted crown; So bleak the meadows, the roses so few, But plodding I dream of the sunshine of you. Songsters are hushed and barren the tree. Chiding the blast hurtling over the lea, But gladly I face it and bend to it true, So long as it leads to the sunshine of you! Will F. Griflin. |