Our lives are albums written through With good or ill with false or true, And as the blessed Angels turn The pages of our years, God grant they read the good with smiles and blot the bad with tears.
A few words dedicated to My good grandchildren in Iowa
The book of the new year is opened Its pages are spotless and new and as each leaflet is turning dear children beware what you do
Let never a bad thought be cherished Keep the tongue from a whisper of guile. And see that your faces are windows Through which a sweet spirit shall smile.
And weave for your souls fair garments Of honor and beauty and truth Which will still with glory enfold you.
written by Asa C. Dowling 1898 when this you see, remember me
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