ToC. H. G.
Friend, of all friends most prized and dear,When times are sad, when memories smart,When smiles hold back the scalding tear,And laughter hides a breaking heart—Because the sleeve’s no place to wear it—May this poor book of mine come inAnd help brave you to grin and bear it,Or—if you cannot bear it—grin.
Friend, of all friends most prized and dear,When times are sad, when memories smart,When smiles hold back the scalding tear,And laughter hides a breaking heart—Because the sleeve’s no place to wear it—May this poor book of mine come inAnd help brave you to grin and bear it,Or—if you cannot bear it—grin.
Friend, of all friends most prized and dear,When times are sad, when memories smart,When smiles hold back the scalding tear,And laughter hides a breaking heart—Because the sleeve’s no place to wear it—May this poor book of mine come inAnd help brave you to grin and bear it,Or—if you cannot bear it—grin.
Friend, of all friends most prized and dear,
When times are sad, when memories smart,
When smiles hold back the scalding tear,
And laughter hides a breaking heart—
Because the sleeve’s no place to wear it—
May this poor book of mine come in
And help brave you to grin and bear it,
Or—if you cannot bear it—grin.
Certain of the papers that make up this book have appeared, either in this present or in some modified form, in the “Outlook.” Others have been published in the “Nottingham Journal,” the “Yorkshire Observer,” and other provincial dailies. Others again are hitherto unpublished. To the Editors of those journals in which his work has appeared the author wishes to express his gratitude and acknowledgments.