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The while we struggle bravely,
Beloved, witness still,
With tender benediction
Our fainting spirits thrill;
The veil still hides, beloved,
Yet march we side by side,
Above us floats the banner
Of Christ the Crucified.


LOST AND FOUND
LOST

Some precious little moments
That once were given me;
If only I could find them
I would not idle be.

A jewel called "Patience,"
Its setting was most bright;
A gem much prized by others
To whom it gave delight.

The chance to do a kindness,
A loving word to say;
A few these of the losses
That I have met to-day.

FOUND

How best to use the minutes
That Father Time doth give;
In every well-spent hour
To count it joy to live.

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