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"Lift up thine eyes, and thou shalt see the light,That circling all the soul shall bring, the glory of the Unseen One.Go cast thy mite of charity and love, into the treasure chest of all good works.Then shall his grace sufficient for all things,Fulfil thy human, and thy spiritual need."
PARTED.
There's a silence at the hearth-stone, That no merry voice can break,There's a heart-chord ever silent, That no minstrel hand can wake.June-time roses ne'r were sweeter, So I hear the children say,And I look upon their faces, And I watch them at their play,But the roses seem so withered, And the child-faces so old,And the sunshine look so pale, So unlike its oldtime gold.
