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HIS FAULTS
There never was a man who had more faults Than he. Her mother used to tell her so.
But living with him for a little while,
She turned upon his foibles the warm glow Of her affection. If you look for weeds,
She thought, you’ll find them sure; but a man needs The comfort of an uncomplaining wife To cultivate the garden of his life.
As the years passed, and understanding came, With time she learned to value and revere The man she married, and his many faults Seemed to her mind to make him doubly dear.
And when at last the tie that bound them parted,
And she was left to mourn him, brokenhearted, Never through her last years could she recall That he had ever had a fault at all!
— Anne Campbell in “Detroit News”
THREE GATES
If you are tempted to reveal A tale to you someone has told About another, make it pass.
Before you speak, three gates of gold.
These narrow gates: First, “Is it true?”
Then, “Is it needful?” In your mind Give truthful answer. And the next Is last and narrowest, “Is it kind?”
And if to reach your lips at last
It passes through these gateways three,
Then you may tell the tale, nor fear What the result of speech may be.
— From the Arabian
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"TELL HER SO"
Amid the cares of married strife,
In spite of toil and business life,
If you value your sweet wife Tell her so!
When days arc dark and deeply blue She has her troubles, same as you.
Show her that your love is true —
Tell her so!
There was a time you thought it bliss To get the favor of one kiss;
A dozen now won’t come amiss —
Tell her so!
Don’t act, if she has passed her prime As tho’ to please her were a crime;
If ever you loved her, now’s the time —
Tell her so.
She’ll return, for each caress.
An hundredfold of tenderness!
Hearts like hers were made to bless!
Tell her so.
You are hers and hers alone;
Well you know she’s all your own;
Don’t wait to carve it on a stone —
Tell her so.
Never let her heart grow cold —
Richer beauties will unfold;
She is worth her weight in gold!
Tell her so.
— Copyright Grossett and Dunlap
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