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Show The Great Old World. Tho cynics mock her, Tho red storms rock her, , The earthquakes shock her, ' Hut on she rolls! Downcast, elated ' For ruin slated, Sho still goes freighted With human souls! Tho great seas thunder And rend asunder The white stars wonder, As TJme glow's gray; nut reaping sowing, Hor way she's going, To meet unknowing A Judgnunt Day. But-Joy go with her! Nor slip his tether When stormy weather Makes grief and moan! Tragedy JeBt world Lost-unto-rest world, StUl-stlll the bout world Wo ever huvu known. Frank L Stanton In Atlanta Constitution. |
