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Show THE CHOICE. "Which shall it be dear mother? To which shall I say The grand old cast ?? the sea, Or the ?? known not be ??. "Which shall it be, dear mother? A plain, white ?? gown Or the finest and rarest of lace and silk To be found in ?? town? "Which shall it be, dear mother? A tiny plain gold ring Or wealth of gems or diamonds rare, That would ransom a captive king?" "My child, your heart must answer The question your lips have asked, Lest sowing in pride and sorrow, When the harvest is overpast. "Choose with your heart, my darling! Let pride be swept away Flowers are fair or ?? jewels, Gather them while you may. "Often glittering diamonds Conceal but an aching brow, And the ?? bitter throbbings Best record of ?? snow. "Truth is the brightest jewel That womanhood can wear; Never a silken robe can cure A heart grown sick with care. "This world is not all sunshine, There's many a stormy day, And love is the sweetest ??, When clouds obscure the way. "So choose from your heart, my daughter, Remember this life of ours Must have some thorns and briars Among its fairest flowers. "But thorns, and tears and dark hours, Matter not as love ??, While you climb ?? together, With the higher life in view."-Pittsburgh Chronicle. |