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Show IUST FOLKS By Ivdcar A. Garjt 4 M !TI M EVENINGS Apples on the table an' the gralc- flre blazln' high. h. I am sure the whole world hasn't any happier man than I; The inother sitiin Ihendin' little stockln's. toe an' knee, An' tell iri' all that's happened through the busy day to me; Qhj I don't know how to say It, but these cosy autumn nights Seem to glow with true contentment an' a thousand real delights. The dog sprawled out before mo knowin' huntlii' days arc here. Coz In drfams he seemed to whimper whim-per that a flock o' quail aro near An' the children playin' checkers till J It's time to go to bed, Callln' me to settle questions whether black can take a red; Oh, these nights arc filled with gladness, glad-ness, an' I puff my pipe an' smile, An' tell myself the struggle an' the work are much worth while. The flames arc full o' pictures that! keep dancln' to an' fro. Brlngln' back the scenes o' gladness o' the happy long ago. An' the whole wide world Is silent an' I tell myself Just this That within these walls I cherish, there Is all my world there Is! Can I keep the love abiding )u these heart so close to me, An' the laughter of these cenlngs, I shall gain life's victory. |