To him I go when sorrow's at my door,

On him I lean when burdens come my way,

Together oft we talk our trials o'er

And there is warmth in each good-night we say.

A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end

When man has made the man next door his friend.

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THE TEARS EXPRESSIVE

Death crossed his threshold yesterday

And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.

To him the living now will come

And cross his threshold in the self-same way

To clasp his hand and vainly try to say

Words that shall soothe the heart that's stricken numb.

And I shall be among them in that place

So still and silent, where she used to sing—

The glad, sweet spirit that has taken wing—

Where shone the radiance of her lovely face,

And where she met him oft with fond embrace,

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