FROM A SOUL'S TRAGEDY
Friend-making, everywhere friendfinding soul, Fit for the sunshine, so it follows him, A happy-tempered bringer of the best Out of the worst; who bears with what’s past cure, And puts so good a face on’t-wisely passive ‘Where action is fruitless; while he remedics In silence what the foolish rail against. * * The most gladsome thing in the world is that few of us fail very low; the saddest thing that with such capabilities we seldom rise very high
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 10, 23 September 1927, Page 6
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81FROM A SOUL'S TRAGEDY Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 10, 23 September 1927, Page 6
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