Sunday at Home.
IN THE SUNSHINE Ah ! we never miss the sunshine Till the storm clouds roll apace. And we never miss the dear love Till we see the cold dead face; And our hearts are seldom melted Till the voice is hushed and still, Of the loved one we have walked with Up the pathway of life’s hill! Let us linger in life’s sunshine Till the last glad ray departs. Let the twilights and the dawnings Link the closer trusting hearts ; Then each morrow will be brighter For the sunshine that hath been, And life’s burden be the lighter For the sympathies between. Oh ! to speak some words of kindness In the ear of human woe Is like eyes to stony blindness Of the groping ones below; So the touch of tender fingers On the throbbing brow of pain Is the sweet of life that lingers Ere we turn to earth again !
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Southern Cross, Volume 3, Issue 4, 27 April 1895, Page 11
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153Sunday at Home. Southern Cross, Volume 3, Issue 4, 27 April 1895, Page 11
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