Over and over again, No matter whicii way we turn, We always find in the Book of Life Some lesson we have to learn. We must take our torn at the mil), We must grind out the golden grair, We must work at our task with a resolute will, Over and over again. We cannot ineasure the need Of even the tiniest flower, Or check the flow of the tiniest sands That run throuah a Biagle hour. Bat the morning dews m-st fall And the sun and the sumiaer raiu Mast do thelr part, and perform It all Over and over again. Over and over asjain The brook through the meadow üowa, And over and over aprain The ponderouB mili wheel goes. Once doing will not euffice, Though doiug be not In valn; And a blessing failÍDg ns once or twlco, Msy come If we try ngaln. The path tbat has once been trod Is never so roagh to the feet, And the lesson we once have learned Is never so hard to repeat. TbouRh sorrowful tears may fal). And the heart to ita depth be driven Wlth storm and tempest we need thein all To render us meet lor heaven.