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Show NOT THE LEAST , , With all the troubles here endured, The ills that never can be cured; The schemes and plans that go awry, aw-ry, The hopes of many, born to die; Despite the unkind freaks of fate, Our blessings in the aggregate So far transcend fate's adverse pranks That all have reason to give thanks. Forgetful of the things that pain, For all God's mercies that remain. The rugged mountains, fair to view. Whose summits almost kiss the blue This pure exhilarating air; The golden sunlight everywhere; The freedom that forever reigns Supreme upon these Western planes; The gains for those who toil and strive; The food that keeps us all alive; The glad rags, pretty middling high; The hope of glory when we die All blessings that we share or own, And not the least the telephone, By which we may communicate With friends and loved ones while we wait. Ex. |