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Show The Weaving. Sho (razed nt tho weaving sadly Tho warp and weft In the loom, Wlicro the bright colored threads In the fabric Seemed always o'erahadowed by gloom. And ever sho saw tho tangles Of threads, so often astray, And It grieved her heart sore that the Weaver Used only a few bright and gay. So one day sho cried In sorrow: Oh, tell me, Weaver, I pray, Dost thou caro If tho threads are so tangled, And so many so somber and gray? "I pray thou wilt weavo me. Weaver, In warp and weft of thy loom. Only colors like tints of the Autumn, With never a shadow of gloom." Tho Weaver worked on, !n silence. Unseen by tho eye of man. And ho lovingly fashioned tho fabric According to pattern and plan. At last, when tho web was Mulshed, Ono lato Summer evening tide. With tho hands that had guided the weaving, lie beckoned her to his side. And there, all complete, ho showed her, From every tangle free. That tho web of her life had been woven In heaven-wrought tapestry. Valentino March In tho Housekeeper. |