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Show ( T - The winter sunlight waned. The shadows lay Gauntly along the silent thoroughfare Between the ranks of houses jthe chill air Seemed hastening the footsteps of the day, When through the hollow dark a slender ray , j Shone in yon window-niche, and standing 1 there I saw thy face illumined by its glare For one glad moment's glance; and all was gray. v Such light the friars in some cathedral aisle Perchance have seen in angel's faces shine At eve. N" Fain would I on Love's altar-pile Thine eyes the candles and that niche the shrine Make sacrifice of self to thee, who art Priestess and queen and mistress of my heart. . " James Westf all Thompson. In this day of material progress, many people are inclined to forget the little things of life; they look only upon what is large. The little flower that blooms by the wayside receives not so much as a. passing 'glance. So it is wi tin many of us in our relations -with one another. We are apt to neglect the little thing's which count so much in "making our lives happier. |