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Show TAKE NOT YOUR LIFE. By Mrs. M. A. Kidder. You look at the shining river-You gaze at the deep, deep sea-- And because of your many troubles, And because of your misery, While the beautiful sun is shining, Or the moonbeams softly fall, You say, perhaps, in your anguish This hour I will end it all. Oh, tarry, world weary mortal, And question before you leap: "Is it honest to end the being That never was mine to keep?" "Is it manly to leave the dear ones To battle with care alone?" "Is it safe with no heavenly summons], To rush to the great unknown?" Remember, if you have courage To look at the matter right, That no trouble will last forever, And the brave will win the fight. That, oh friend, if we care for others, Though drinking in? sorrow's fount, When compared with the joy we give them, Our pain is of small account. Then gird on the soldier's armor, And march to the front to-day, Making war on the morbid fancies That, ghost-like, infest your way; Laying by all your selfish motives, Contented to kiss the rod-Living out life's appointed season A man, with your trust in God. -Y.T. Ledger. |