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If we  knew  the  ernes  and  trials,
                                        Knew  the  effort  all  in  vain,
                                      And  the  bitter  disappointment,
                                        Understood  the  loss  and  gain,
                                      Would  the  grim,  external  roughness
                                        Seem,  I  wonder,  just  the  same?
                                      Should  we  help,  where  now  we  hinder?
                                        Should  wre  pity  where  we  blame?

                                      A h !  We judge  each  other  harshly,
                                         Kn owing  n o■:  1 iie’s  hiriden  fnrce;
                                      Knowing  not  the  fount  of action
                                        Is  less  turbid  at  its  source.
                                      Seeing  not  amid  the  evil
                                         Ail  the  golden  grains  of good j
                                      Oh !  W e’d  love  each  other  better*
                                         If we  only  understood.



                                                SM ALL  BEGINNINGS.

                         7T   T R A V E L E R   on  a dusty  road  strewed  acorns  on  the  lea4
                        I  V    And  one  took  root  and sprouted  up  and  grew into  a  trf\_.
                                Love  sought  its-  shade at evening time, to breathe its early vows.
                        And  age  wra^  pleased  in  heats  of noon  to  bask  beneath  its  boughs;
                        The  dormouse  loved  its  dangling  twigs,  the birds  sweet  music  bore;
                        It  stood  a  glory  in  its place,  a blessing  evermore,

                        A   little  spring  had  lost  its  way  amid  the  grass  and  fen',
                        A  pas-iing  stranger  scooped  a well  where  weary  men  might  turn ;
                        f ie  walled  it. in,  and  hung  with  care  a  ladle  at  tke brink;
                        He  thought  not:  of the  deed  Jie  did,  but  judged  that  toil  might drink,
                        lie  passed  again, and  lo !  the well,  by  summers  never  dried.
                        Had cooled  ten  thousand  parching  tongues,  and  saved  a  life  beside.
                        A   dreamer  dropped  a  random  thought  ;  'Uvas  old  and yet  'twas  new.
                        A   simple  fancy  of the  brain,  but  strong  in  being true.
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