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Show COMPENSATION. I Passion flowers and jasmine vine, H Over my lattice gently crept. H While in the garden spot beneath, H The bleeding heart sadly wept. H And whispered her sad little story, H To the violet pale and true, H How her life, iustcat of heartsease, H Had been twined with bitter rue. H Be comforted, dear little sister, H And know thy pure life is sweet; H The tears of pearl crushed from thy H heart, H Will be lain at the Master's feet. I As an emblem that the noblest 1ot, I And those who love Him best H Arc one of continual sacrifices, But the end will be perfect rest. I DOLORES WATTS. I |