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Show A THANKSGIVING SONNET. A little surer of the way than when The leaves of Autumn last were falling. And though my wounded heart is calling For strength and consolation, now as then, A little firmer are the steps now taken Along a pathway dark and curtained round With mist, with -which the Future will abound. So thankful am I for my faith unshaken. My faith! Ah, never may it be impaired! And Hope, sweet inspiration, grant thy light ,To one who, stumbling of t, has sadly fared Along'life's way., but trusts the future to be bright With compensation; trusts, too, to One Who cared To rock our heartaches in the cradle of His might. ..-r-Clara. Ophelia Bland in Livirg Church. |