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Show jtl Mil 1 1 II l-ll H-1H iH-i-ij. Thistledown and Tree I By DOUGLAS MALLOCH '. '. H Ml lit II III n mini II- FOLLY Is the thistledown Floating on the air, Dancing in its fairy gown. Knowing not a care. Folly scorns the sturdy tree. Standing In its place, But In trouble mortals flee , To the tree's embrace. He who follows thistledown Is the sport of fate, Even If he find the town, Finding It too late. He who walks the strnlghter way Of the rooted right, He will have a house by day And a bed by night Folly Is the thistledown, Is a fickle wraith. Always with Its verdant crown Stands the tree of faith. There is shelter in the gale, Comfort, friendly hands; yes, the thistle down will fail While the old tree stands. Sl(3LDouKluHallocta.WNTJ Senrlc. |