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Show IN MEDITATION. Though all else fade yet may I always keep The memory of yesferday; that time When words were sa'id that made the pulses leap And good was killed and evil set a-chime, And every impulse that was virtue-fed Lay prone. 'Twas then I hid the wound from which fiope bled, And made no outward sign when it was dead But I've remembered. 'Twixt.my God and me There lives a prayer, a fervid, earnest prayer, That reaches down through all infinity And rests where lesser pleas would fear to dare. When He shall give His ultimate decree, What will we do, my soul, when He shall say to me, "This day I give to thee thine enemy." Mabel Porter Pitts, in Town Talk |