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Show THE M STERY. We know not where the journey ends. Nor what our mission here on earth: The fates provide our foes and !n mK The days are tilled with grief ori mirth, Wise men have sought to solve the plan Which holds and keeps us nil in bound And shapes the destiny Of man. !But none the key to it has found. No gray philosopher or sage Can truly tell what waits in store Or guess the purpose ot the age; They onlj know what's gone before. Fools follow fathers wise, and then I Great souls are nutured in the slums: And none can say what gift for men With every little baby comes. We choose the tasks we'd like to do, And shape our lives around a v. him, e nam uie uujr, as u ij tuie Just what God hail in mind for him, And Joy or misery depend rn this blind choice in every case, I But noni' can know until the end That he is in his proper place. I HOW many men have gone astray? How many men have missed the j mark And blind! groped along the why, Liing completely In the dark Because they never found the toil W hich God had sent them here to do' I Good seed flung on a barren soil, j Wasted because it never grew. 'Who knows but what the failure, sad In different circumstances here Or changed a trifle would have had His course to lame and victory clear? 'And since no man can truly sav ;What makes or mars our little lives j We should rejoice from day to day I That so much that is good survives. |