For Clothes.
Thank God for clothes! Not that they shield us from the winter rude. Not that they foster social rectitude And cloak deficiencies—for none of those; Hut for the warm uplift that Can kindle in this sorry human clay — The glory and the strut of tine array; Thank God for clothes! Thank God for dress!— That through the darkest day can send a gleam, When some long-pondered frock corner home a dream; That glorifies the marriage rites, and. yes, Trends t«» bereavement craped becomingness; That gives us courage to confront our fate—Illusions shattered, but our hat on straight! Thank God for dress! Thank God for frills! Let others praise for house and food; I praise That still there lurks enchantment in my days While sho|»s are bright with raiment; that the thrills Of purple and fine raiment nothing kills; That though I die to music, drama, art. Still will a silken rustle ronse my heart! Thank God for frills! —Juliet Wilbor Tompkins. ft ft ft ft ft
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 23, 9 June 1906, Page 16
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168For Clothes. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 23, 9 June 1906, Page 16
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