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Show T I Often Wonder Why 'Tis So. Some find work where some find rest. And so the weary world goes on. s I sometimes wonder which is best ; J The answer comes when life is gone. Some eyes sleep when some eyes wake, ; And so the dreary night hours go. Some hearts beat where some hearts breuK I often wonder why 'tis so. Some wills faint where some wills fight. Some love the tent and .som the field; I often wonder who are right i The ones who strive or those who yield. Some hands fold where other hand3 Are lifted bravely In the strife; And so through ages and through lands i Move on the two extremes of life. Some feet halt where some feet tread, In tireless march a thorny way; Some struggle on where some have fled, , Some seek when others shun the fray. Some swords rust where others clash. Some fall back where some move on; Some flags furl where others flash Until the battle has been won. ) Some sleep on while others keep The vigils of the true and brave: They will not rest till roses creep f Around their name above the grave. FATHER RYAN- j |