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Show I The Unanswered Letter S By DOUGLAS MALLOCH --X--IHI-- (Suggested by G. M., Springfield, Mas.) THE mailman comes, the mailman goes. The postman passes by, And someone only can suppose. And wait, and wonder why. Today no letter, and tonight A silence hard to bear. We wonder If they cannot write. Or simply do not care? The little note Is laid away, The letter put aside, Yet someone hoped to hear today An answering voice denied. You may be busy, well we know. So many things you're at. You may be busy are you, though, As busy as all that? Oh, keep the tree of friendship green When friends are far apart. How much a word of yours may mean To cheer some absent heart ! The rose unwatered droops and dies, Yes, dies in some sad hour; The letter that unanswered lies Is love's unwatered flow'r. (CBi. 1931. DouKlas Halloch.) WNU Service. r |