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Show Nothing Wrong. There In iiothlnK at nil thu matter, my boy, The world noes ptugKliiR ntong Ir, the same old way fiom day to day, Winning her kooi! old song. Mn)t'o her songs grow old to ntl, And innyb our hpe ktow dim; Hut there's nothing at alt tbo matter, my only your foolish whim. There Is nothing at all the mattar, my boy You have only lost ottr held; Get bnik to the life and Isick to the strife. Get bnek to our work's enfold. Thuie la work laid out for jiur hands to do. Ho stick to mir task with vim; There is nothlntf at all Iho mutter, my iKiy It's only our foolish whim. There Is nothing at all the matter, tny liny fitnnrt by till your tnsk Ls done; It's tli way fur u place In the nuild's mad tare It's the way that the end Is won. There's a place at the top, but tho way la hum. Don't mil If our star crows dim; Don't say that tho world's nil wrung, my ly It's only your foolish whim W. 1'. ailllln In Milwuukee Hentlnel. |