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Show JUST FOLKS By idr A. (Joes'. LITTLfe BY LITTLE I Little bj little we build our lives, little hy little We move alOItC, Hero the touch of a care survives, there is the lilt of ii bit of none.. Here we blundered and spoiled the plan, there we proved that our work ivas Kood For spite of the crief and the tears Whl n ran. our faith was true and the tcmplH stood. Faith Is tho roof which shelters all. and hope the glass where the sun comes through, Love Is the mortar which holds the Wall, and Joy the promise of all we do i V toil' h oi b.'.uit the structure needs, for desolate would our labor be Without the loses of kindly deeds for Ihe weary passor-by to see. ! Little b little our lives we build. Firs! the foundation of outh appears. : Then with Joys are tl ni i llllcd. then come dangers and griefs and feurs: Cntc besets ns .nel d.ivs of woe seem lo baffle and blind us all. Hut. however the storms of life mny blow, the roof of our faith must never fall. Brave ihe sorrows and bear the pain, build in beauty and strength and truth. Never a Rood deed's done in nln! Age still treasures the Joys of youth, The storms pass hy and the chips depart. but always something of worth survives, sur-vives, To live life well is the truest art. as lit tie f nttie we build oui live! |