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Show JUST FOLKS By EDOAIi A. GUEST. fHiends There was sunshine In the valley and I the roses wore In bloom. The skies were blue above me, but I walked the place In gloom I way sad and discontented In a garden that was fair. ; For with ul the jov about me, not a friend of mine was there. I'd have traded right that minute all the fields where violets grow. And the balmy summer breezes f'T a sight of northern snow. , Kor l he beauty of the blossoms had but little charm for me. It was friendly, smiling faces, 1 was hungering to see. Obi what are scenes of beauty when jour fjrehda are far away And who could like a garden if alone ho had to stay? Though the skies are blue above you, theie can be no peace of mind Amid scenes of richest splendor if you've left your friends behind. So I'll gladly bra . e th- blizzard, and 1 11 tramp the "snowy street, 'Kor at every turn and comer there are! smiling friends to meet; And though far away is sunshine. I find happiness depends Not on sky or trees or roses, but on, being with your friends. oo- |