| Things to Live For |
Chapter 1 |
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It is worth while to be a friend. No other privilege is more sacred, no other responsibility is greater. One writes of a friend who had gone:
“A flash! You came into my life,
And lo! down the years
Rainbows of promise stretched across
The sky grown gray with tears.
By day you were my sun of gold,
By night, my silver moon; I could not from the
Father’s hands
Have asked a greater boon.”
“Life’s turbid steam grew calm and clear;
The cold winds sank to rest;
Hand clasped with you, no bitter pain
Found dwelling in my beast.
I did not dread life’s care and toil,
Your love dispelled all gloom;
And now on graves of buried hopes
The sweetest violets bloom.
“My every breath and every thought
Were pure because of you;
I had not dreamed that heaven could be
So close to mortal view.
My hands and feet were swift
To do the good that near them lay;
And in my heart throughout the year
The joy bird sang each day.
“A flash! You passed out of my life–
No, no! Your spirit still
Is sun and moon and guiding star
Through every cloud and ill.
As down the rainbow years I go,
You still are at my side;
And some day I shall stand with you
Among the glorified.”
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