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Show THIS LIFE OF OURS. BY P.R. L. STANTON . THIS LIFE OF OURS IS NOT AS DREAR AS WE WOULD OFTEN MAKE IT. NOR IS IT HALF AS LONESOME HERE AS MANY PEOPLE MAKE IT. IF SKIES ARE SOMETIMES OVERCAST, AND ALL SEEMS DARK BEFORE US THE SUNSHINE ALWAYS COMES AT LAST AND THROWS ITS SPLENDOR O ER US. A LITTLE WHILE AND WE ARE GAY? AND THEN OUR HEARTS ARE SADDENED. AND SO IT IS, FROM DAY TO DAY, OUR LIVES ARE GRIEVED AND GLADDENED. WE ? THE JOYS THAT FORTUNES BRINGS THOUGH SCARCELY WORTH THE GIVING, BUT OFT FORGET THE LITTLE TIHNGS THAT SWEETEN LIFE AND LIVING. THERE IS A BEAUTY THAT ADORES THIS CHANGING LIFE OF OURS, FOR IF OUR PATHWAY HAS ITS THORNS IT ALSO HAS ITS FLOWERS! AND HOPE IS EVER WHISPERING NIGH IF WE WOULD ONLY HEAR IT. THE ?? WOULD NEVER MAKE US SIGH IF WE WOULD MEEKLY BEAR IT! |