EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING
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He can breathe "health-giving ozone"
With no doctor's fees to pay—
All distructive germs dispelling
By "Fresh-air-cure" every day!
With no doctor's fees to pay—
All distructive germs dispelling
By "Fresh-air-cure" every day!
He should count the many blessings
That around his pathway creep—
No matter if the path's blockaded
By a snow drift hard and deep,—
He should cultivate his patience
With a fortitude most rare;
Ne 'er should frown beset his features—
Never even wish to swear!
That around his pathway creep—
No matter if the path's blockaded
By a snow drift hard and deep,—
He should cultivate his patience
With a fortitude most rare;
Ne 'er should frown beset his features—
Never even wish to swear!
These R. F. D. chaps should be happy,
But, alas, contentment damps
When they worry that "we patrons"
Don't lay in a stock of stamps,—
If they'd gather up our pennies
And not grumble, they would see
Each and every patron murmur
Blessings on the R. F. D.!"
But, alas, contentment damps
When they worry that "we patrons"
Don't lay in a stock of stamps,—
If they'd gather up our pennies
And not grumble, they would see
Each and every patron murmur
Blessings on the R. F. D.!"
