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Show JUST FOLKS By Edgar A. Gmrwt e - .4 LH1 s M'i i n ii r. There is so much of laughter on tho earth. So much that's tender, gentle, fine and true. That all the hac and bitterness men do. And all the sorrow i hilling joy and mirth. Are lest to memory when the skies grow blue. Sin stalks In horror for a little while. Vice takes Its lctim onty from the, few. 'Tta the exception when a friend's untrue. But h-re and there the human heart Is lie Lift's splendor never can be hid from view. More sunshine falls upon the earth thun rain. , The days are touched with more of i joy than woe. Despite the hurt and grief which men must know. The sin and shame our hearts grow glad again. And gladness seta all honest eyes aglow. (Copyright. 1130. by Kdgar A. Guest oo |