Show THERE leeke IS STILL TO CHEER US BY ny W G MILLS by the pebbly shore on the sterile rock rocks where the wass wavis give na no reposes the tile V v m mu op its ten tenar jr h sack in its ia deneui den ilcin coi cot cui softness boit boft ness grov grot to T cheor chew th w nd in pensive 0 mood that ees sees no bi b auty argand alitt it lits ills ts ills his lonely thought intrudes and d dit dut ms not a friend ao an be fund frund the toe thrives in a lonely anch place when irn inn winter his hi claims li b did and grap the branch v etli TI a sar war a eni brace thou h withered and ledi jedi je id made madl II 11 tellus a taie tait to cheer tin heart and anti Is I i liten tun our gloom bt at lot tat that winter winder and age can b auty impart imparts aej thersie theres afi v where here v we e blought it not the I 1 v clings to the ring waily wally wali nail that ts friendly form r e aul and c v s t h ruin rain frow s all ill with t arb of verdant loav lc n s thus thua ti sl 0 1 4 we hide from the ih eli eanious ious lous eye ye the tiie t 11 1 a our nature A un 1 add and c cair ir tere ie iii lri iss fodat iol lol il a that viat open opan lie lle throw lu int mantie mantle of luve love around the ij 1 t pine pines and the cedar teok took tol toi As appear appears radele dal 1 frh ir ab they tiley continue through the ai actions or of the veal iLdi and su so in the chan changes es that mallk mar our way ways h wiach w aith alth and adv rAty though sunshine or storm sturm i anike luke out our day we should cheerful and aud changela cli cil angeles s be yes ai as on the bleak bieak and sterile sterlie rock the d di licate vel tel velvet et moss mobs pi lugs ings As the at M si letoe thrive on the Vi withered oak on the ruin the vy clin As in the in keen n blasts of winters breath midd t ie stor Etor of 0 hail hall and snow the pine and the cedar know no death but luxuriantly grow gron so heaven bo be praised p alsed in oar our human lot what nr our trials may mai be there till Is binie hinie grcen green and fertile spot ep ot something gi giat at til iii to feel and sees see which in coldest hours its tendrils entwines the vi vigor air of or life to impart round the broken arches allies and crumbling shrines OS of thi desolate failes fanes of the heart G GS S L olti CITI may 1853 |