. X-ray . 46. 47 Cacf) ^Tranquil ^our Ive resting been for one full weighty hour— A space of time so great, that idly spent. Can never be oerbridged by future toil; When rightly, growing into years of grand results. Tis shuttled through; the hoary warp of Time And lost it seems to him who wove it in. But tis not thus; the weaver may forget; But work well done will pay a thousand fold And some day, when the tempests howl him lound And all seemsi cold—drear—and desolate. This little thread—this hour long forgot, If woven well, will prove a fixed cord To draw him from the whirlpool of despair; Bu

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. X-ray . 46. 47 Cacf) ^Tranquil ^our Ive resting been for one full weighty hour— A space of time so great, that idly spent. Can never be oerbridged by future toil; When rightly, growing into years of grand results. Tis shuttled through; the hoary warp of Time And lost it seems to him who wove it in. But tis not thus; the weaver may forget; But work well done will pay a thousand fold And some day, when the tempests howl him lound And all seemsi cold—drear—and desolate. This little thread—this hour long forgot, If woven well, will prove a fixed cord To draw him from the whirlpool of despair; But if with careless lead, twill break itself And rend what was, perhaps, a better warp. We all are weavers; and our work shall beExamined by the ever watchful eyeOf Him who notes the sparrows fall to counts the very hairs of our with the hand that decks the lily will our work unravel, and sure findEach faulty thread—each hour thrown away—Or dyed, perchance, in sins dark st

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