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10460	Guest, Edgar A. (Edgar Albert)	When Day is Done			.txt	text/plain	27819	2340	100	Come the summer days that I used to know, Now I'm standing to-day on the far edge of life, and I'm just looking And the sparks, like merry children, come a-dancing round my feet, There never comes a lonely day but that we miss the laughing ways An' since man is God's greatest work since life on earth began, And the joys which come to mortals in a thousand different ways. I want to come home to a round of joy How much we love life's nobler things to all the world we tell." Living those dreadful hours of care waiting the time for him to come; An' if such a thing could happen, we could share life's joys an' tears Men shall know I lived by the things I build. There will come a time some day It's in the man you are each day, through happiness or care;	./cache/10460.txt	./txt/10460.txt