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Post by Trinna D. on Oct 1, 2013 16:57:44 GMT -5
Heart Courageous By Edgar A. Guest
There's a little old lady that lives down the way Who has never a word of her sorrows to say. She has buried her husband, her children and friends, Still bravely her gay little garden she tends, And bravely she smiles as if never a care Or the anguish of sorrows had silvered her hair.
One morning as downcast I wandered along, Because some little plan of my own had gone wrong, She noticed my frown as I came to her gate And asked me my burden of trouble to state. "Oh, I know how you feel," she replied with a smile, "But don't bear a grudge, for it isn't worthwhile!"
I thought of her sorrows and stood there ashamed To think that my own petty trouble I'd named. She passed me a rosebud to pin on my coat, And I couldn't say thanks for the lump in my throat. She patted my arm and she said to me there: "Remember we all have some burdens to bear." Dear, brave little lady, thought I, as I left, Of all who have loved you, so swiftly bereft, Yet smiling and cheerful and hiding your woe 'Neath a manner so gentle that no one may know. Should I be the last of my circle to stay, God grant me such faith as I've seen you display.
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