POETRY.
Tab LUCKY BARGAIN.
I HAVE a friend, without whose face (God keep his face from sorrow free !) The world would be a dreary place For weary me.
To please him is my chief delight; rd rather die than give him pain, Yet this rve done in my despite,
And shall again.
My friend is kind when I am cross, Nor ever cross when I am kind; He rules the sullen waves that toss My toiling mind. His gracious spirit gives me joy : What can I give him for his grace ? A little, useless, battered toy Of time and space.
A box of prayers with broken wings, Of shapeless hopes and wasted hours, Of half a hundred worn-out things And faded flowers ; Wherein one blossom lives, and makes A light, whereat his lips will part And smile for kindness, as he takes The proffered heart.
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