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A GRATEFUL HEART.
A low voice spake: "And wherefore art thou sad?
Here in thy heart all summer folded lies,
And smiles in sunshine though the sweet time dies:
'Tis thine to keep forever fresh and glad!"
Here in thy heart all summer folded lies,
And smiles in sunshine though the sweet time dies:
'Tis thine to keep forever fresh and glad!"
Yea, gentle voice, though the fair days depart,
And skies grow cold above the restless sea,
God's gifts are measureless, and there shall be
Eternal summer in the grateful heart.
And skies grow cold above the restless sea,
God's gifts are measureless, and there shall be
Eternal summer in the grateful heart.
