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Not Understood
She cried, ‘May God protect you, child, through all this world of sin,
And when you reach His palace doors, may angels let you in.’
And when you reach His palace doors, may angels let you in.’
“Oh, Harry, through my long, long years of wand’ring since that night,
In weal and woe, across my path that prayer has shed a light;
I heard it in the drive to-day, when sickness struck me down—
A voice said, ‘For your silver coin, you’ll get a golden crown.’
In weal and woe, across my path that prayer has shed a light;
I heard it in the drive to-day, when sickness struck me down—
A voice said, ‘For your silver coin, you’ll get a golden crown.’
“Oh, Harry, dear old mate, good-bye, I hear that voice again,
And yonder ope’s the palace gates beyond the azure plain;
God bless you, mate ! Remember that the path to bless is sure
To all who practise Charity—then don’t forget the poor.”
And yonder ope’s the palace gates beyond the azure plain;
God bless you, mate ! Remember that the path to bless is sure
To all who practise Charity—then don’t forget the poor.”
