He sows June fields with clover, and the worldBroadcasts with little common kindnesses.The plain good souls He sends us, who fulfillLife's homely duties in the daily pathWith cheerful heart, ambitious of no moreThan to supply the wants of friend and kin,Yet serve God's higher love to human hearts;Giving a secret sweetness to the home,The hidden fragrance of a kindly heart,The simple beauty of a useful life,That never dazzles, and that never tires.
In every pang that rends the heartThe Man of Sorrows had a partmichael bruce
Death in the wood,—In the death-pale lips apart;Death in a whiteness that curdled the blood,Now black to the very heart:The wonder by her was formedWho stands supreme in power;To show that life by the spirit comesShe gave us a soulless flower!elaine goodale eastman
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