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Show A NEW OLD SONG. I pray as m?n have prayed Rinco earth wnM yo in?. In varied voice or speech, prayer of pain, tlinir all nic! tlmsonj? Is evnr Bung, Athl ovt'rinore aa now. in vaiu, in vain. T oh, Ui be a Utile ohllij oiu-e more 1 A lillle, lowly child, di-ar llod, I pray, I would Rive all my liTi has yet In Htore t'uuld I retnw my chihlhotMl's nwy way. Oil. cmcl queHtioninar eyea, ro kefn and bright. Uh, ci-iei, all ivvealins mwnday sun Bow can I choose hut whuddcr at the lieht, When I havf or.ly wn-cks to jraze upon Oh. for the lonir Hha lows of tin nitrn i (The snn shone only on hiuh phic then) To vol! me or from pity or from scorn I n Would C'IcmI 1 wore a Mnletw child tt;ain. FJow can I c.h.tos but mourn my !oit estale Of hljrh emprise and white uul rouhlfd tntst The (.lalace of my dreams nuwh- desolate. My KiiiK nncrownd, ruy trcuiun'S tamed to Just. Oh, tell me not that life lias much In store-Can store-Can it pire liack w hat orK'e 1 cast awayf Iut oh, to to a littltM'hiKl once more! A iittlo, lowly cbud, dcarOoil, I pray. - Kathariim K. Conway. |