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Show r ; ANOTHTR DAY. ' ' 1 ' The niclit is past, the dork, dark night. Since I iaid me, weary, dowu; Tlie day was loop, my burden not light, . Bo I looped for the rest of the silent night I To settle upon the town. ' I Now the fret nt toll and trouble are gooa, With the sling of each fancied smart; My eyed look out on tho beautiful day. And my feet are eajar to try the way, ; - While a song Is within my heart. Each morning sun make new again The earth, in some mystlo way; And in such freshness hope is rlfol O triad, sweet morn I O hopel O life! ' 1 becin anew today. Emuia E. Volentlue ia Good Housekeeping, |