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Show r JUST FOLKS By Edgar v Guest Till DRE M OF YOUTH Those glorious days of long ago. when! outh and Strength were ours to know When all oi.r dreams were fall ahead and we were strange to j care, Tln n splendor croWned the hills afar. wonder new if still they are As mystical to those who stand to gase upon them there. Oh, do the youngsters Of today still seek the land of far-away And paint their pictures over there of pride and pomp and fame And do they think, as ome we did, that when of youth they once are rid. The real delights of happiness of life they'll qi'ickly claim? Those golden days of long ago .when we were all loo young to know The bitter side of life or see the welt of failure's yting. We dreamed our dreams of 'strength and age, of deeds we'd do and wars we'll wage, And from the distance thought success suc-cess was such an easy thing. I wonder now if those who sigh to reach the glorious by and by Still fancy, as we used to do, that duty's tasks are light? And do they think that they shall find the world and all its people kind And never know a care by day or heavy heart by night' Now we have left that Idng aco the distant hills we've come to know. W.-'v sought ow dreams afar and near, and many a path we've turned We've felt the whio and spur of life we've had to bear our share of strife. And many a truth in grief and woe and bitterness we've learned. 5uci ess Is not the easy Ihing it seemed to be in dreams of spring. There's much to bear and much to i ice and many a cruel test. But Still,' despite the lines of care which weary men and women wear Youth cherishes its splendid dreams and thinks that Age is best. |