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Phillips Brooks

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Parent Issue
Day
15
Month
March
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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[Tho followlng poem. m-vor bpforo pablished,wtu) fonnd IB i .-m I i hillips ;■ .k-' uirly notftcHiliN til whicb he jottt-d C'ivrn thougbts nd memoranda.- BoDton Transcript.] Along tho noisy citv ways And in thia rattliug -ity nr, On tliiö tin; (lriirist of dnys, Perplexed with lmsnutis frot nnd jar, Whoii uddenly a yoang, wei t faöe Lonked on my pptulance and pain . And li t it Bomethlng of its grace And chartned it mto peace aain. The i?;iy ras ju-it is blcak without, My uciphborg jnst a-s cold within, And truth wns just ns full of doubt, The world was jtist is fnll of sin. Ent In the liglit of thnt youna smile Thö world grt-w iur,-. tha hoart grew warm, And -iiushino glcami d a little while Acrs the d.irkiH'- of the storm. I dïd üofc cari to sc':k hor name, I only said "God blos thy Hfe, Thy swect J"ouni? Rrtice be stil] the same. Or haDDy mauï or haunv wifn. " 1L3.

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Ann Arbor Argus
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