LEND A HAND.
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LEND A HAND!
Heed the words, thou man of wealth,Bring back the fading hue of healthTo the poor man's sunken cheek;Thou art strong and he is weak;Thou canst better understandWhat his woes are:—"Lend a Hand!"
Heed the words, O ye in whomThe softer virtues live and bloom;If an erring sister claimAid and pity in her shame,Scorn her not, but take thy standOn higher ground, and Lend a Hand!
HEART-SUMMER.
Steadily falls the cold November rain—Silently drop the leaves through the damp air;—So fall our tears, as sadly and as vain—So earthward drop our hopes and leave us bare.
The bird has wandered from the leafless bough,The sky is cold and gray—a leaden pall;And in his frosty loom chill Winter nowWeaves the white shroud that soon will cover all.
Cold—sad:—but hark! I hear the summer breeze,And noise of waters rushing to the sea;I see the laughing flowers and waving trees,—For all is summer when I think of thee!
