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Show I THE HOURS. " Behind each hour there always Ilea another I mV More like tho llrst than brother unto, 1 a brother, ! I i And thought can novcr find tho first one or ' 'H tho last, J H In endless future nor In endless past. I P No ending to the line and no boglnntriK. I BB? Simply the clock of tlriv forever ringing, i fflff A solemn foj? hell loHlay everlastingly fflf Abovo tho wan waveH of a lovel seal ffl" What does It mean, this ceast'leaa, sad pro- ' H cettslon ' I. . Of hours? No halt, no change, no rctroi?res- Sf slon, i i No haste, no swervlns. no deJayln?, no re-' treat Kach like the last as pendulum beat to bo-ii. k The earth and moon Brow ever old and I oldor, I . And human hearts grow warmer or Brow- colder, While stealthy death croopa up all Ilea to sevor, The hourti move In unbroken file forever. For they alone are free from all mu'atlon, SKxempt alike from death and from creation; crea-tion; . They pa3, and pass, and pass, and passing ti testify S To lntlnlte and Imminent ctorntty. I Charles F. Johnson, In Outlook. |