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Title: How to be happy
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: (Frink, Maria Mrs.) (from old catalog)
Subjects: Conduct of life
Publisher: Valparaiso, Ind., F. & M. Frink
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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have dreamed, And so unlocked the door; yet all his powers Failed still to shake it. Then he muttered Fool, To think that stubborn churl would e er repent ! And socket-ward again the bolt he sent. And thus before the first friends wrath could cool, The others heart grew hard again and kept The bar between them while they waked or slept. But one calm eve they both waked from a dream Of what has been, so clear foreshadowing, too, The golden prophecy of what may be ; Each rises in the moonlights softened gleam, Resolves to try again all he can do, Once more before the barrier he stands ; And as, again, slowly each iron key Rasps in its rusted wards, an answering sound Comes from the other side. The great door flies Open and leaves the old friends, newly found, Lovingly looking in each others eyes, With re-united hearts and firm-clasped hands. — C. W. Baker. We build barriers against the flood tide we shouldplace some restraint to all prosperity. The jest that gives pain is no jest. 445
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SUSIES WISH. SUSIES WISH. Hff\OW I wish that dollars grewWM\ On a bush ! said little Sue—ij§(f Pretty, blue-eyed Susie Snow—Thinking in an idle wayOf a doll she saw one dayIn a window placed for show. Go and seek for them awhile,Answered grandma, with a smile,Where the berry-pastures spread;Go with pails and baskets, quick,Where the blueberries are thick;There the dollars are, she said. Little Sue ran down the hill,Crossed the brook beyond the mill,Reached the pastures stretching wide,With a shining prize in view,Now her fingers almost flew,Gathering fruit on every side. When the busy day was spent,With her berries home she went.Oh ! she laughed as Grandma SnowMeasured them, and every timeCounted in a silver dime—Now I see how dollars grow. — M. E. N. Hatheway. 447 7W0 MTT^E 01x0 lipeiES. yW0 little old ladies, one grave, one gay,In the self-same cottage lived day by day.pip! One could not be happy, because, she said,So many children were hungry for bread ;And she really had

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