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Show Our Salnta. From the cternnl shadow rounding-. All unMire ami starlight hero. Voices of our lost ones sounding:. Hid us bo of heart nnd clicor, rhroUKli the alienee, down the spaces, frilling on tho Inward enr. Know we not our denrt nro looking; Downward, nn In nnd surprise. All our strife of word rebuking With their mild and earnest eyesT Shnll we prlove thn holy nnceH, shall we cloud their blessed Nkles? Let us draw their mantles o'er us. Which hnve rnllen In our way: J.et us tlo the work before us Calmly, bravely, whllo we may. Ere the lone; nlght-sllenc comoth, and with us It Is not day! John Q. Whlttler. |