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Show ' JUST FOLKS I By Edgmr A. Quest 1 O ; FAITH When sorrow comes, as come It must., In Ood a man must place his trust. Thre Is no power In mortal speech The anguish of hu soul to reach. No voice, however sweet and low, Can comfort him or ease tho blow. I He cannot from his fellow-men j Tako strength that will sustain him , With all that kindly hands will do. ( And ull that love may offer, too, He must believe throughout tho test That Ood has willed It for th best. We who would be his friends are dumb, Words from our lips but fcehly come; I o I el, as we extend our hands. That one Power only understands I And truly knows the reason why So beautiful a soul must die. We realise how helpless then 1 Are all the Klfls of mortal men. No words which we have power to say Can take the sting of grief away That Power which marks tho spar- row's fall, Must comfort and sustain us all. When sorrow comes, as com tt must, In God a nian must place his trust. With all the wealth which h may own He then must meet the test alone, And only he may stand serene Who has a faith on which to lean. |