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Show If JUST FOLKS By Edgar A. Gaest ( 4 THE (.IPT OF MEMORY. Of all the gifts which God has given to warm and cheer the soul of man The gift of memory Is supreme, tho crowning Jeyvel In His plan, Without It all that's good would fade and love would have no tenderness. Theie'd bo no keepsakes for the past, no little shoes or faded dress. Without the gift of memory' to conjure up by-gone delights, The hours yvould lonely be and lone and dull and dreary all our night. The dead yvould then be truly dead and lost to us beyond recall, And every Joy which we have claimed would vanish when tho shaaoyvs fall. Friends would be ours for Just a day, their gifts would never treasured be. We could not read the splendid past without tho book of memory; And every deed of greatness here which makes the world a better place, Could not endure to thrill and rouse the children of a futuro race. Here is tho treasure house of man where all the Joys of life he keeps, God's precious gift of comfort for the lonely mother whon she weep, 1 His Inspiration for tho brave His pledge divine which makes It surw That love 1 san Immortal Joy, and all that's good shall long endure. oo kiLLLi |