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Show , OVER AND OVER .AGAIN. Josephine Pollard. Over and over again. . No matter which way I turn, I always And in the book of life Some lesson I have to learn. I must take my turn at the mill. I must grind out the golden grain, I must work at my t ask with a resolute will, Over and over again. We cannpt measure the need Of even t io tiniest flower, Nor eheck the Bow of the golden sands That run through a single hour; But the morning dews must fall, And the sun and the summer rin Must do their part, and perform it all Over and over again. Over and over again The brook through the meadow flows, And over and over again The penieruus mill wheel goes; Once doing will not suffice, Though doing be not in vain; And a blessing falling u onue or twice May come it we try again. The path that has once keen trod Is never s rough to the feet, And the lesson we on -e have learned Is never no hard toTapeat. Through sorrowful tears must fall, And the heart to Its depths bi dr.ven With storm and tempest, we need taem all To render us meet for heaven. |