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Show Quietness. 'He K'veth quietness," O ICIdiT Hrother, Wlioft? homeless feet have pressed our psth of pain, Whose hands have borne the burden of thy sorrow, That In our loases we r.ilght find our gain. Of all thj- clfts nun lnllnlte coiiHiillriKS. I ask but this; In every troubled hour To hear thy voice through all the tumult ntenlli.K, And rest seiemily through Its tranquil power. Cares cannot fret nit if my soul be dwelling dwell-ing In tlit- Btlll air of f-iltli's untroubled day; Grief cannot shako mu If 1 walk besldo tlice. My hand In thine nlunjj the darkening wu. Content to know there comes a rjai.int morning When fiom all shadows 1 shall llud release; re-lease; Barenr tu wait the rapture of its dawn-lug. dawn-lug. ho can make trcuble when thou send est peace! Umllj lluutliiElon .Miller. |