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shattered harp-strings. All my world seemed gone. Still, in my agony, I listened, for there was a voice in my soul, like the voice of the angel, who had warned me: "God loveth a cheerful giver." I laid my lip on the earth, and said "let my will, be thine." And as I arose, though the tear lay on my cheek, there was a smile there also. Since then, it has been with me. Amid the duties of every day, methinks it [217] says continually, "the cheerful giver! the cheerful giver!"

"That smile, said her venerable pastor, like the faith of Abraham, shall be counted unto thee as righteousness."