Show ON THE STAGE tin in the rosy light of my days fair morning ere ever EL a storm cloud dar darkened tho west ere ever a shadow of night gave warning when life seemed only a pleasure guest why then all humor an and comedy scorning I 1 liked high tragedy best C E liked the challenge the fierce fought duel with a death or a parting in every act I 1 liked the villain to be more cruel than the basest villain could be in fact for it fed the fires in my mind with fuel of the shingi that my life lacked but as time passed on and I 1 met real sorrow and she played at night on the stage of my illy heart I 1 found that I 1 could not forget on the morrow m the pain I 1 had folt felt in her tragic part lad and alas no longer I 1 needed to borrow my grief from the actors art and as life grows older and therefore sadder yet sweeter may be in its autumn anze I 1 find more pleasure in watching the gladder and lighter order of humorous plays where mirth is ia as ai road mad or may be madder than the mirth of my lost daa da a I 1 like to be forced to laugh and ho be merry tho tile the earth with sorrow is ripe all aal rife I 1 like for an evening at least to bury all thought of trouble or pain or strife in sooth I 1 like to le be moved to the very emotions I 1 in life ella wheeler wilcox iolj MI |