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Oh, prune with care the parent,
  Each evil branch lay low;
May the roots of love strike deeper,
  That the fruit may fairer grow.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
  As I journey day by day,
To bear life's heavy burdens,
  For patience, sweet patience, I pray.



One Less—One More
On the death of Ernest Rich.

One darling less on earth today,
  One more in Heaven's fold;
One less to tread life's rugged way,
  One more in the streets of gold.

One empty cage—the bird hath flown;
  One happy home band riven;
There's one tie less that binds to earth,
  One more that draws toward heaven.

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