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Show CONSOLATORY. Golden red Sun! sinking to rest Leaving a world to darkness and fears, BWding farewell to a day that is pone Laden with gloom, sorrow, anguish and tears. Behold! tortured heart, the soft tinted clouds Betoken a morn of bright sunshine and peace Base hued and silver lined, changing to gold Bid thy forbodings of evil, to cease. Courage thou! brave be. though dismal thy pathwa'. Littered along with sharp thistles and thorns. -t Never a night, with its mantle of darkness dark-ness But soon disappears and a bright morning morn-ing dawns. Father in .Heaven! Thy children are weary. Strengthen our faith in thy mercy and love, Help us to climb the steep hill of Calvry The Cross, as a beacon to guide us above. -R. C. G. Denver, April In, 1909. |