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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 11, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 2.

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The Folk That Laugh

By Wilburt D. Nesbit

THE folk that laugh — God bless them! They lighten all the day. They bring the cheer of sunshine clear Though skies be brooding gray. They lift the load of trouble; They ease the grip of toil; They leave less room for grumbling gloom Our precious hours to spoil.
What though they have their sorrows? What though they have their woes? They aim to get the laughter debt The joyous old world owes. And so they make a stranger Of foolish fret and fear, And make each day a happy way Of rich content and cheer.
The folk that laugh — God bless them! What ills do they not mend! For them the rose in beauty glows, And every man is friend, For them the skies grow bluer, For them the stars are bright, Gloom flees away across the day And comfort bides at night.
—Wilburt D. Nesbit.