You’ll
find in this old world of ours
Just what you’re looking for, my friend;
It
has its pathways lined with flowers,
Whose wealth of beauty has no end.
You’ll
find it has some kindly souls,
Devoid of treason and guile;
Whose
names are ever in the scrolls
Of earthly saints who are worthwhile.
You’ll
find in this old world as well
The darker paths devoid of bloom;
Where
selfishness and malice dwell,
Where all is morbidness and gloom.
Seek
out the pathways lined with flowers,
Add to its joy your heart and smile;
And
then you’ll find this world of ours
Has countless beings worth your while.
Aug.
17, 1910
Saturday,
Aug. 20, ‘10
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