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Show THE CARE OF MEN. Your troubles, little boy, are small, Compared to mine; Why should you ever sigh at all, Or ever whine? Why should you ever let vain tears Bedim your eyes? The proudest, richest of your years Before you lies. Shame on you, little boy. to fret! How can you know The meaning of bereavement yet The lonely woe? Oh, little boy, the way is long Before you still; What can you know of right or wrong, Or good or ill? You have not learned the bitterness Of love betrayed, Nor toiled where men are pitiless, By profit swayed. Why should you suffer little woes To mar your glee? You ne'er have borne such cares as those Which trouble me. Yet God may sometimes wonder why Men should despair With such small cares as they and I Are made to bear. ' S. E. Kiser, in St. Louis Globe-Democrat. |