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Show ' JUST FOLKS Bj 1 ilirnr A. t.uest A GOOD WORLD i It's a good old world and a true old world. In spite of th wrong we aee. An' the haughty Hps which In sneers are curled. Don't steal any Joy from me; ; For the selfish hearts an' the cruel hands May walk in the ways o' ain. But the bloom still comes to the clover lands An' there's peace for us all to win. The trees still offer their friendly shade To the strong on' the tired an' faint. An' the sky never asks vou what's your trade Or are you sinner or saint; The nun smiles down on us one an' all. An' the roses blossom, too. An' whether we rise or whether we fall. Th day says how-do you do? Oh. we hear so much of the good an' bad. So morn in the praise o" skill. That we're apt to think thev are only glad Who stand on the topmost hill; But the sky benda over ths humblest boy In ihe way that It groeta the king' An' the hand o mm cannot steal tn Joy Which the days o' aummer bring Tbe breeie nev.-r aaka about caste or) creed. An' the orchards know no pride. Thourri men may flatter a daring deed An' fawn at a monarch's aide; jThe btrda an' the trees an' the aun an' IkS aky Know nothing of good or bad. For they smile on all of ua (ravelin-1 by An hope that e all are glad. |