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Show I THE LIE. I (By Grace Duffleld Goodwin.) How brave the lie was' as she flung it out Woman's poor shelter in her hour of need,; ; Blackening her lips with laughfer none might doubt, j To keep her soul unspotted from the deed. Not low enough nor mean enough to pay Truth's awful price lives twined within her i I own; Oh, easier far, denying day by day Her soul's high gods that thundered from the throne. And when her time comes to be judged of this By Him who sees life truly, sees it whole, For His eye clean, and bare of earthly bliss Stands one who dared to 'lie to save her soul! Smart Set. Dear love, with tender hands, and kind :(B I'd pray each night that I might find j 9 A heart like thine !9H- To keep for mine alway; H And, ah! I'd wear it proudly : As a queen her crown jflr If I dared thus to pray. JK Margaret Sayres. Us - , ;.. |