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Show JUST FOLKS By K.I car A. Curat Ills PHHj4 ISOPHI IJon'l want to complain, too much, When I'm put to sorrow's ton. ii Or am weighed down with care Reckon I must hat raj .share, Things can't always ro my Way. Vow .u:' thn then comes day When it seems the Pa tea are all Drlvln' me against riv wall, KUlln' very Joy I'd clutch. Hut I ne-r cruinblr much. Ddn't know any rekSon why Care should always pass me by; Others grieve and othera weep. Lose ih Joys they want to keep. Others ha- to stand n, care, An" the burdens I inufl i"-.u Are not any bigger than Those that come to every man, So I reckon I should le Patient when mine conn to me. Patient! that's the very wore! When your soul by grief la Stlrri 1. Or the road Is rough an' you Scarcely know what next to do. Jox nf patient. By an' b t.iod will sort o' clear the sky An' bring out the sun. or send You a strong an' cherrful friend Seems that when I've stood In doubt, I oid has alw avs hclbcd me out. Lord, I fancy. I've nut met Half life's disappointment yet; I've had troubles, hurts an' woes Like whej everybody knows BUI when I run down care's list There's a lot that I hae missed; ; Maybe my share's really small ; When nu come to count It all, I So when it's my time for rain I. on!. I try nut tq complain |