These tired hands will lie at rest—and then
The friends and loved ones will recall with tears
Some kindly deed they wrought in bygone years.
Will ponder o’er those little acts again,
And register them all on heart and brain.
My precious ones, why wait? Tell me to-day
If ever hands of mine have soothed your way.
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APPRECIATION, LACK OF
The owner of a small country estate decided to sell his property, and consulted an estate agent in the nearest town about the matter. After visiting the place, the agent wrote a description of it, and submitted it to his client for approval.