Soul beams . ^H f5q Oh, we vex our own with word andfrown, m Wi j And turn our smiles from home. Irii I When the softest, best, we have within. 1^2 Should go to our very —soften the harsh word you would H say;Think before you speak;Remember that Love is here always, m Supplying those who seek. m m ^*^S>c» Eg^^^^itif^fcJfif ^g^-^^grr^a^jjt* ^^^^^X>^J YOUR PART You did not uniile, when I looked to you F^or r«i«ponKiv« sympathy—And tiir cold, liarfl look upon your face. Gave mc a hrii(«r of dif>may. A »>niilr dorn good, like a ray of Fun. Lighting the 8addeet ftnioothd
Soul beams . ^H f5q Oh, we vex our own with word andfrown, m Wi j And turn our smiles from home. Irii I When the softest, best, we have within. 1^2 Should go to our very —soften the harsh word you would H say;Think before you speak;Remember that Love is here always, m Supplying those who seek. m m ^*^S>c» Eg^^^^itif^fcJfif ^g^-^^grr^a^jjt* ^^^^^X>^J YOUR PART You did not uniile, when I looked to you F^or r«i«ponKiv« sympathy—And tiir cold, liarfl look upon your face. Gave mc a hrii(«r of dif>may. A »>niilr dorn good, like a ray of Fun. Lighting the 8addeet ftnioothd out the wrinklcB, one byone. Ap frownfl to smiles give place. TK hat right have you to wear those linesThat fihow fear, and strain, and care; May it not be you inunt answer to GodFor the troubled look you wear? There are others as weary along theroad,And they sometimes are losing thefight;If from you they ran catch the gleamof a may serve as a beacon light. ^Sr&i^:^!& ^r^& -^^^^. -Ttl A SONG OF HOPE Art thou troiiiilrd. wrary traveller? Dors thi* way mhUi hur»i to tread?SiriH ol otlien*, ranvs and norrows, h«*;iriiig down thy tired head? TearH no pent up, give them freedom,I hey may wanh away the pain. And the aching hurt will vanishLike the duAt clouds after rain. H«*art howed down, so sad and up. lift thy thots ahove— There i- (ihrist l)ehind the shadowReaching out those Arms of Love. Listen, **Peace be still—dost hear it? And, **Come unto Me and rest,Only by earths overcomings Can we be forever blent. Then take up thy cross and bear it,H« who trod this way before I** thy piide thru all the up! Rejoice!—forevermore! *»• •«r ^Flowers for the livingf the dead dontneed them,* Vv. Give me my flowers NOW. Do not wait until my cold brow Is all too still and white to feel the touch And soft caress of their sweet presence. Give me my praise HERE. It will be too late when my cold ear Is dead to sound, And all my earthly strug
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