VERSES
Hidden within the life of eack there dwells Some grief or tronble which we may not know, Look on the faces passing to and fro, Surely that furrowed brow a stary tells, Those sad, tired eyes are ever-ready wells Of unshed tears, or secret springs of woe; ; Brave ones, who take the road that Fate compels, E’en though they walk with weary steps and stow. Be careful, lest in haste one word we say Which adds a weight ta some poor fainting heart, Let us be kind and gentle while we may Ere age or death bids all our chance depart ; Remember, only once we fass this way, Then Ict the way be beiter for our {--sbart.
Adela
Wilkins
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 34, 9 March 1928, Page 6
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120VERSES Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 34, 9 March 1928, Page 6
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