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Thames Star, Volume XXIII, Issue 6895, 30 May 1891, Page 1

Select Poetry.

LOSS AND GAIN,

Do not count, when day is o'er Daily loss from life's rich store; But the gains, however small, Count them daily, 0110 and all, Every sweet and gracious word, Every pleasant truth, you've heard j Every tender glanco and tone, Every kindly deed you've known ; Every duty nobly done, Every rightful victory won— Treasure all, and count them o'er, As a miser counts his store. But if bitter word or thought Have a bitter harvest brought; If some foeman hath assailed you, Or the friend most trusted failed you ; If nnkindness and untruth Have to you brought saddest ruth, Bolt the score without delay— Keep no record of the day. Keep no record of the care, Loss aud cross we all must boar; On the page of-memory write Only what is fair arid bright. Let all evil things go by; Still, with brave endeavor, try Simple joys to multiply.

Thus you'll learn how largo a sum Will with faithful rockoning come, Long as after cloud and rain Blessed sunshine comes again. Long as after winter's gloom Summer roses bud and bloom, Long as we have with us here Ono sad heart that we may cheer, Long aa lovo gilds sorrow's cross, Life's rich gain o'erpays tho loss.