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Show A LOST JEWEL. (M. 1.. Jones in Weekly Bouquet.) A stranger through an English castl roamed And chanced to rend 'twas written on the, ' wall "Lost, 'twixt the rise and setting of tlio sun. Ono golden hour, wilh sixty diamonds s-r. But no reward is offered ; It is gone.'' , : He paused, recalling, with a vaiti regret. That he hail ofttime lost n golden hour Uetween the dawn and evening of a day. i Herein a iesson lies that all may heed: One hour alone is ours, the present hour; To use or to lose 'twill not be ours asniii, Etn while we speak it passes and is j gone. Its diamond moments slip 'from out. our grasp. But at the accounting, withour every ; hour, It will determine for our weal or woe. ' 'Twerf wisdom then, to guard this treas- I lire well, ! Untarnished Keep the gold, the gems tin- , dimmed ' ! By o-ht that's base till in the after s time, ; Vher shall come to Clod our Father's home. The ..,.. the jewels. again be ours; i Will form for us a never fading crown. ! |