. Reminiscences of Nathan T. Frame and Esther G. Frame. By more sombre tints of gray, Yet a gleam of light is breaking Through the mists of coming years, And new summers will be waking Sweetest music in our ears—Sometime. Though our earthly love be slighted And our friendship cast aside, Buds of hope and joy be blighted. Swept away by storm and tide; Still we know that God is sending Richer gifts through grief and pain, And our losses, all are tending To increase the harvest gain—Sometime. Sorrows may, like ocean billows, Strand our bark on treacherous bars— Cypress trees and weeping willows,
. Reminiscences of Nathan T. Frame and Esther G. Frame. By more sombre tints of gray, Yet a gleam of light is breaking Through the mists of coming years, And new summers will be waking Sweetest music in our ears—Sometime. Though our earthly love be slighted And our friendship cast aside, Buds of hope and joy be blighted. Swept away by storm and tide; Still we know that God is sending Richer gifts through grief and pain, And our losses, all are tending To increase the harvest gain—Sometime. Sorrows may, like ocean billows, Strand our bark on treacherous bars— Cypress trees and weeping willows, Meanwhile veiling een the stars ; Yet we see the distant gleaming From the lighthouse on the shore. And well anchor in the beaming Of that light forevermore—Sometime. In their graves are loved ones sleeping, Hidden from our sight away. And we stand beside them weeping, Waiting for the dawn of day. Soon will cease these tears of sorrow. Pass away these shades of night, There will come a golden morrow With the loved ones robed in Robert Kellei%President of Earlliam College, Richmond, Indiana.
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