| I TOLD YOU SO Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so. Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know. Suppose the lions all get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away; Will Time say nothing but I told you so?? If I could tell you I would let you know. ----------------------- THE INFLATABLE GLOBE When the allegorical man came calling, He told us all he would show us a trick, And he showed us a flat but inflatable ball. �Look at this ball,� he told us all, �Look at the lines marked out on this ball.� We looked at the ball an the lines on the ball. England was red and France was brown, Germany orange and Russia green; �Look at this ball,� he told us all, �With a blow of my breath I inflate this ball.� He blew, and it bounced, and bouncing, falling, He bounced it against the wall with a kick. �But without my breath it will flatten and fall.� Said the allegorical man, and down Flat came his hand and squashed the ball, And it fell to the floor with no life at all, Once his breath had gone out of the ball... It seemed to us all then a stupid trick. ----------------------- WHATEVER IS BEST I know as my life grows older And mine eyes have clearer sight - That under each rank wrong, somewhere There lies the root of Right. That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed; But, as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is, is best. I know that each sinful action, As sure as the night brings shade, Is somewhere, sometime punished, Though the hour be long delayed. I know that the soul is aided Sometimes by the heart�s unrest, And to grow means often to suffer - But whatever is is best. I know there are no errors In the great Eternal plan, And that all things work together For the final good of man, And I know when my soul speeds onward, In its grand Eternal quest, I shall say, as I look back earthward, Whatever is, is best. -------------------- THE HUMAN TOUCH �Tis the human touch in this world that counts, The touch of your hand and mine, Which means far more to the fainting heart Than shelter and bread and wine. For shelter is gone when the night is o�er, And bread lasts only a day. But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice Sing on in the soul alway. |
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