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One  more  turn  at  the  droning  wheel,
                                        One  more glimpse of  the past to  steal—
                                        Boys  grown  aged,  all  far  away ;
                                        Cabin  fallen  to sad  decay;
                                        Two  old  graves  on  the  neighboring  hill—
                                        That  will  do— let the  wheel  be  still;
                                                       Round  and  round,
                                                       Round  and  round,
                                       Sadly sighing with  sobbing  sound ;
                                        Baby,  childhood,  youth,  gray head;
                                       Death  comes softly  and .snaps  the  thread—
                                                      Snaps the thread!


                                              LOOKING  INTO  THE  FUTURE.
                                          O   ld,  never sit  we  down,  and  say
                                                There’s  nothing  left  but  sorrow' 1
                                              We  walk the  wilderness  to-day,
                                                The promised  land  to-morrow.

                                             And  though  age  wearies  by  the way,
                                                And hearts  break  in  the  furrow,
                                             W e’ll  sow  the  golden  grain to-day,
                                                And harvest  comes  to-morrow.

                                             Build  up  heroic  lives,  and  all
                                                Be  like a  sheathen  sabre,
                                             Ready  to  (lash  out at  God's  call,
                                                O  chivalry oflabor!

                                             Triumph  and toil  arc  twins;  and  aye
                                                Joy suns  the  cloud  of sorrow;
                                             And  ’tig  the  martyrdom  to-day
                                                Brings  victory  to-morrow.

                                                                        G e r a l d   M a s sey.
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