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Show JUST FOLKS By Edgar A. Guest A LOVE SONG. L'h. I can slave for the yellow gold And battle for earthly fame, 1 can go to the end of a purpose bold. ts splendid reward to claim. 9ome pleasures there are which de-pi de-pi nd on me. And the deeds which my strength can do, Itvit the smile that I hunger each day tO 8CH Must bo fashioned, my dear by you. I can stapd lions at my task each day And buy what the flesh may need, But I'd soon grow lonely and old and gray In serving a selfish creed. Kor the spirit needs more than a stranger's stran-ger's cheer Or a gllmpie of a sky 6f blue. And this world to me would bo cold and drear If It weren't for the love of you Uh, nothing that I have the skill to do Can comfort this heart of mine. l or myself I d neer a goal pursue Or follow a purpose fine. And if all the wealth of the world I had. With its fleeting glory, too. I'd still bo a lonely old man and sad If I couldn't come home to you. I couldn't b happy without you, dear. Nor strong In the time of test. It la only because I feel you're near That I struggle to do my beet. For after the cares and the hours of strife Are closed, and the day Is through. I must still depend for the Joy of life On the smile which I get from you. (Copyright, 1920, by Kdgar A. GuesL) |