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Show JUST FOLKS By Edgar A. Ooeat 1 SYMPATHY It wouldn't he much ol a world down here ' If nobody cured when we. shod a tear; With all of its roses and dimpled cheeks. And its mountnns high and Its rippling creeks, With nil of Its sunshine and skies of blue. , and the laughter of children that cheer us through. A sorrowful place would this old world he If it Weren't for the leaven ofsympalh. Life would grow barren and cold and drear. Though the roses blossomed year after J ear. And the sun iam- out with the birth of day. And the children tomped in the yard at play. If in times of trial and hurt and woe Wo could get no help from Ihe friends are know . We should hate the world and the Joy wc own If we had to stand our grief alone The rose ktows lovely because It lends Its lendei otianhs lo the love oi friends; The Pieclous Jewel of great or wise Is the power tney have to sympathize. To feel the sorrow that others hear. To sense the touch of another's cur F'or there's never a man whoe'er he he. Who could get along without sympnthv It's the halm we need when our hurts are sore. It's the one sweet touch that w- hunger for: Without It life were n struggle vain And few would master their hours of pain. Kor we're all sustained in our times of care B tin- gentle hands of the friends who I care; I It's Ihe kindlv word and the tender smile mmi Anvl th.- hearts 'hat feel that make life mm mm po- |