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Show The Garden of Forgiveness. There la a garden, far, oh, far awny, Kept for the souls who sinned and suffered suf-fered mot. Tho sword of God forcvor guards tho way, .... , And round its borders camps a heavenly heaven-ly host, A gentlo wind breathes through tho tufted tuft-ed graiii. , ... , Rich with tho scent of rosea in their bloom; , , And, with tho wind, all sins and sorrows Leaving a aweot contentment ki tholr room. Hero nro no troubles; horo aro none that weep; ., .. ' "' Horo'comea no thoughts of satyioss or despnir; ' ' But fairest HowerSj In fullest beauty, sleep; Andsoftcst sunlight nils tho drenmine Tho murmurlngs of fountains low and ' Forover nil the oar and novor cease. BoiiwhJnffiP BlIel,c0 wlth "Kentlo beat, Llko kindly voices, speaking words of peace. 1 And hero, forovor and forover, rest ' 1 The weary souls, unburdened of tholr And 5?M'd:th,nB" nr hcr forB,von nna An wuiifn"1 1,ear,B aro ma nl! cIcon . I -Bortrand Shadwcll.' In Chicago Post. ' |