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Show " JUST FOLKS By FMjnw A. Goeat 4 TUT. 1 R IV f F RT. One painted death's grim head on can- as white; With somber brush he reproducod the tomb; Ho dipped his skill into the paints of doom. Passing the strength of youth and Its delight f-te chose dark subjects, black with fear and fright. I Another saw but sorrow's silenced room, Once lovely cheeks stripped bare of every bloom And with the pen of grief sat down :oi write- Hoth masters these, both men of wondrous won-drous skill. And yet In lif- they found but huit and woe. The sepulchre to which the flesh alone must go, Ace slipping feebly down the last lone hill. .Mnklna: life's greatr3t misery greater still. "When Joy had reigned hart they but chosen so. i "Copyright. 1920. by Edgar A. Guest.) on |