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Show On Life's Road. All our weariness of suffering to without avail to leave even a little memory among those for whom the work Is done. All that is wrongM tn despair, nil that Is loveless and mechanical, me-chanical, falls to the ground. Wo llvs for even no much ns a brief life only , In that which carries the breath of our being, the love of our heart It la not in ceaseless routine and grinding that we live, nor In what Is small and anxious. Machines will continue tins tale of that forever. No cog win evni be missed In that endless chain, flu we shall not wholly die In the wn we carry In our honrt, the love wltl which we love the being of nnotbea the smllo we'glve another wayfarer ij dusty noonday. Collier's Weakly. |
