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Show Bereft. I passuil tlio window where alio used to Bit With quickened step; I knew she was not there; This was the tlmo her lamp was ntways lit, Ami sho sat busy with her needle's caro Vor thoso sho loved; unit oft, by happy rhnnr. II1IUILV, She would look down nnd kIvo mo cheery Klanco. Such busy hands! Such tender, loving heart That made of scrvlca crown ai.J happiness. happi-ness. Her sunny glnnco helped me to do my part, With mora desire to lighten and to bless Thoso tho dear Father k'lves Into my care. With whom the Joys and griefs of life I share. All undisturbed by anxious fear or cars Her faithful love elves holy servlcs yet; Tho hruven that holds her we shall long to shnra; In Its clear light, C heavenly Father, let Our luve for her In Its deep truth appear, Unstained by all Its selfish blemish here. Uut oh! "tho vanished hand," tho sweet "stlllod voice"! For us the bitter loss, for her tho gain! In all her peaco and rest I would rejoice; re-joice; Hut as I homeward pass, her window's pane Will havo no light for me, no happy smile; Ahl I must pass some other way awhile! Isldor D, French, In tho Boston Transcript. |