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Edgar Albert Guest

The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me; In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you’re free; In seeing wrongs and righting them, in dreaming splendid dreams, Then toiling till the vision is as real as moving streams. The happiest...

Martin Buxbaum

We can curse the fate that made us…or love each living hour…if we do the job God gave us…be we humble weed or flower. For each of us is needed…and each of us has worth…or He never would have bothered…to honor us with birth. There is fragrance in the roses…and shade...