Light a campfire, friends will gather, stories will be told and smiles will develop.

The new national campfire-radio.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

But owned that smile, if oft observed and near, Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

And she hath smiles to earth unknown-- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise.