By IVA MAY TERRY (A Blind Poetess.)
There is but one thing we desire,
And that is a heart free from care,
Each one of us wants to be happy,
Alas! Yet is happiness rare.
And what does it mean to be happy?
Much silver and gold to possess?
Ah! No, though they add to our comfort,
They do not give true happiness.
To those who are starting their life work,
To those in their labors grown old,
A smile, a kind word or an action
Is worth more than silver or gold.
And so in the last fleeting moments
Still left to us of the old year,
Resolve that one action of yours
Some heart will encourage and cheer.
Troy Times. December 31, 1913: 3 col 1.