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Show Bread Upon the Waters. Melancholy. Hfe-o'crwearled man Sat In nts lonely room, and with slow breath Counted hl losses thrice, wrecked plan on. plan. Failure of- friend, and hope, ami honrt nnd faith This last tho dondlle.M, and holding nil. Help wns thre none In wocplnp, for the years' Had stolen nil hln treasury of tears. Then on a printed pwbc his yen did fall. "Whom spraus iuch words of courage thnt thoy r,octned Criei oti tho ItAttlefloId. or as ottn drreinicd Of trumpet soundltur chiirpoe; on he rend With curious, bnlf-rememborinc mucins mi ml. Tn rttiKtns of tht voice lmd omntlttit? iMlrred In htH dettp hMtrt. like muale lout; atneo heard. Brave T?nl?. he 4gheri. nnd looked whnr thoy wr stpxed; There, riHc hi own tvunc tears rot'le him Mind |