New Thought Pastels by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Speak THOU but words of praise.
MORTAL On every hand is wretchedness and grief, Despondency and fear. Lord, I would give my fellow men relief. SPIRIT Be, then, all hope, all cheer. MORTAL Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart, Such need of change I see. SPIRIT Mortal, look IN. Do thy allotted part, And leave the rest to ME. THE WEED A weed is but an unloved flower! Go dig, and prune, and guide, and wait, |
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