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Show PATIENT WITH THE LIVING. Sweet friend, when thou and I are gun;- Beyond earth's weary labor. When small shall be our need of grace From comrade or from neighbor, l'ast all the strife, the toil, the care. i And done with nil the sighing. What tender truth shall we have gained? Ala! by simply dying! Then lips o chary of their praise Will tell uur merits over; And eyes too swift our faults i ro , Shall no defect discover. Then hands tlvu would net life a toi:e Where stones were thick to cumber Our steep hill path, will scatter ilower Above our pillowed slumber. Sweet friend, perchance both thou and 1. Ere love is past forgiving. Should t:ike the earnest lessen hmnt Be patient wilh the living. Today's repressed rebuke may save Our blinding tears tomorrow; Then patience, e'en when kccii'st edge May whet a nameless sorrow. 'Tis easy to be gentle when ! Death's silence shames our el:imr. , And easy to discern the best Through memory's mystic glamour; But wise it were for thee and me. Ere love is past forgiving. . To take the tender lesson home Be patient with the living. Margaret E. Sangter. |