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Don't Worry, Dear

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Day
1
Month
July
Year
1898
Copyright
Public Domain
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Don'í wwry. deur. The blenkest years Thai clog the forward view Each thins to nothiny wlun it nears, And we may saunter throngh. The darkest moment never comes. It only looms betore. The loss of hope is what benumbs, Not trouble at the door. Kon 't worry, dear. The clouds are black, But with them comes tile rain, And stilled souls that parch and crack May thrill with sap again. The urden bear as best we can, And there'll be none to bear. Bard work has never killed a man, But worry did its share. Don't worry, dear: don't blanch, don't yield, But dare the years to come, Tíor give the enemy the field Because he beats his drum. These, little woes thafe hover near Are nothing, though they gall. We know that life is love, my dear, And life and love are all.

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Subjects
Ann Arbor Argus
Old News