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Show JUST FOLKS By Fdgmr A. Guest THE COMMON HOPE I don't know how to say It. but. some-, some-, how It seems to me That with all our different habits, we are Just one family. Underneath the ropes of fashion or the overalls of toll The seeds of good are sproutln' In the self-same kind of soil. I An th ereeds are thore a-plenty, but the last, conclusive test. Will show that everybody herc has tried to do his best. In the things that count, we're brothers, k Though we differ as we will. g An' some have more 0f money, an' I some have greater skill. ' An some Itnuv more than others, an', g some face more of strife. fc We're all of us endeavorln" to make ' i the most of life. u An' there's no man but Is plannln' 1 1 every minute of the day For hl3 children an' their future an'll their right to romp and play The humblest man among us takes hi Jt joungstfr on his knee. An' dream." his Splendid vision of the man he s going to be, The Joys he wants to give him are the very self-same Joys, Which you hold to be the birthright of vour little girls an' boys. An' as you ouM slave to s, ,-vc iir-m through the years which are to be ! An' guarantee their comfort to the end, so, too. would he He shares tin self-same sorrow when! his loved ones suffer pain. Rejoices just as you do when they come to health again, Is hurt by disappointment and 1s cheered by happiness An' is striving Jusl as you - '.rive for the things men call sUQCSeS. Oh. I don't know how to say t, bul howe'er a man be dressed An' whatever be his failure, he has tried to do his best. |