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MONOTONY.
FROM CALIFORNIA.
When ragged lines of passing days go by, Crowding and hurried, broken-linked and slow, Some sobbing pitifully as they pass, Some angry-hot and fierce, some angry cold, Some raging and some wailing, and again The fretful days one cannot read aright,— Then truly, when the fair days smile on us, We feel that loveliness with sharper touch And grieve to lose it for the next day’s chance. And so men question—they who never know If beauty comes or horror, pain or joy— If we, whose sky is peace, whose hours are glad, Find not our happiness monotonous! 7But when the long procession of the days Rolls musically down the waiting year, Close-ranked, rich-robed, flower-garlanded and fair; Broad brows of peace, deep eyes of soundless truth, And lips of love,—warm, steady, changeless love; Each one more beautiful, till we forget Our niggard fear of losing half an hour, And learn to count on more and ever more,— In the remembered joy of yesterday, In the full rapture of to-day’s delight, And knowledge of the happiness to come, We learn to let life pass without regret, We learn to hold life softly and in peace, We learn to meet life gladly, full of faith, We learn what God is, and to trust in Him!
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