Debris - Selections from Poems by Madge Morris Wagner
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* * * * * The seal is broken, the mystery tell; You have read the letters, what do they tell? Do they tell you the story they told that day To me, in the Mission old and gray-- The Mission Carmel at Monterey? WASTED HOURS. If that thy hand with heart-will sought, To work with Christ-love underlying, But ere thou hadst accomplished aught Time passed thee by while vainly trying, The wasted hour, the vain endeavor, Will wait thee in the far forever. If thou hadst toiled from dawn till eve, But felt no thrill of joy in giving No heart made glad, no want relieved, Lived but for selfish love of living, Though idle hours went by thee never, The hours are lost to thee forever. |
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