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Show JUST FOLKS By Edgar A. Qwemt 1 THE lRI AMS "I 1 Ol IH. 1 wish i had my dreams again mj Cherished dreams of olden days.; Before I'd heard the call of men and learned to follow In their ways; For then the vsor'. l was glorious with honor crowning every hill. And coming home victorious was Just a feat of strength and skill. I feared no foe. those days of old. there were no pits for me to dread Nor summer's heat nor winter's cold could daunt me as I fared ahead, Through eyes of youth 1 saw afar the heights of glor;. luring me. 'And thought without one hurt or scar 1 could achieve my victory. il had no thought that I might err. that folly must be min to know. That I should feel life's cruel spur or lose tho road I wished to go. 'It seemed so easy to be true, so pleasant pleas-ant to defend the right. jAnd there was naught I couldn't do in j those lost dreams of young dc-! dc-! light. But now at times the road seems Ions, and facts aie bitter things to fair. lit 1 not eajy to be strong one careless care-less step may man disgrace: I've learned among the haunts of men that hat and hurt are everywhere; every-where; ! i wish I had my dreams agin w hen all the world wax wondrous fair, i (Copyright, 1910, by Edgar ' Sues |