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Show JUST FOLKS 1 I By Bdgar A. Owaee mmt BUILDING THE LONG AGO. LLM These shall be. and we do not know. Ihe glad sweet days of the long ago; When time has silvered the furrowed We shall return to the Joys of now; When all f the cares are understood These days shall seem to us, oh so good! There's never a man but shall sigh to The bright blue aklr-s of his long ago. And the orchard fields where he used play With the glad companions of yesterday. Oh, th frendS of now In tho far-to-be. Are the ones he'll sigh for and long to Our yesterdays, we shall count them o'er, Shell see the cl.lldren around the door. And ti e roaes nod and the lilacs' bloom. And the old arm chair ln tho sitting room; Then m inv S doy shall the wish occur That w.- could return to the Joys that w Oh, the friends pass on with a glad good And we think that forever with us they'll But tl,.- summons comes, and the voice H stilled 'U Anrl life has a void that ennnot he filled; For out of the Joys which today we know v., ftr building the futures long-ago. |