“The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the woof, The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear, Now joy with its luminous smile; The days are the threads of the year– Is what I am weaving worth while?…

Am I making the most of the red And the bright strands of luminous gold? Or blotting them out with the thread By which all men’s failure is told? Am I picturing life as despair, As a thing men shall shudder to see, Or weaving a bit that is fair That shall stand as the record of me?” from: Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest Copyright 1917 by The Reilly & Britton

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