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For now a wider sphere is mine
 In doing all I can,
To bring some daily kindnesses
 Into the heart of man;
How best to learn to serve and wait
The beggar at the rich man's gate.

So fair and peaceful flow the years,
 Like some pure river bright,
Winding serenely to the deeps
 Of love's celestial light.
The mountain heights seem touched with snow,
The valleys keep the warm soft glow.

Thus calmly as the setting sun,
 Within the roseate west,
Sinks peacefully at close of day,
 So may my spirit rest,—
And my life's sun as sweetly glide
Into the light of eventide!

MILLICENT.

"Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident;
 It is the very place God meant for thee."

IT is not yours to wield the pen
And touch with fire the minds of men,
To colour with rich rainbow gleams
The world wherein fair fancy dreams;