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Innocence is often wounded,
By suspicions flimsy vail.
And that vail each day grows
thicker thro' the scandal lovers tale.

Then beware of passing gossip,
Light as in the snow flakes fall.
It will gather in its passage
Till the drift is huge and tall.
So when speaking of a neighbor
Say good things, or none at all.
Mrs J W Schenck.

Dont Worry Dear.
Dont worry dear, the bleakest years
That clog the forward view
Each thins to nothing, as it nears
And we may saunter through.
The darkest moment never comes
It only looms before.
The loss of hope is what benumbs
Not trouble at the door.