They do me wrong who say I come no more
When once I knock and fail to find you in.
For every day I stand outside your door
And bid you wake and rise to fight and win.
Wail not for precious chances passed away
Weep not for golden ages on the wane.
Each night I burn the records of the day.
At sunrise every soul is born again.
Copyright 1923 P F Volland Co. Chicago
P.S. There are many works of P.F. Volland Co. to be found on E Bay!
ROBERT LOUIS POTVIN
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