From her the tiniest trinket gathered much,

The cheapest toy became a thing worth while;

Yet here are her possessions as they were,

No longer joys to set the eyes aglow;

To-day, as we, they seem to mourn for her,

And share the sadness that is ours to know.

Half sobbing now, we put her games away,

Because, dumb things, they cannot understand

Why never more shall Marjorie come to play,

And we have faith in God at our command.

These toys we smiled at once, now start our tears,

They seem to wonder why they lie so still,

They call her name, and will throughout the years—

God, strengthen us to bow unto Thy will.

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[Pg 34]

THE NEWSPAPER MAN

Bit of a priest and a bit of sailor,

Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailor,

Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detective,

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