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Parent Issue
Day
24
Month
November
Year
1897
Copyright
Public Domain
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If all our life were one broad glare Of simiight, clear, uuclouded; If all our paths were smooth and fair, liy 110 deepgloom enshrouded, Then re sliould miss the darker hours. The Intermiugliug sartness, And pray, perhaps, f jr storms and showers ïo break tlie constant gludness. If noue were sick and none were sad. What service could we reuder? I thiak if we were alwavs glad We hardly could be tender. Did our beloved uever need Our tender ininistration, Life would grow eold, and iniss, indeed, lts fluest coüsolation. If sorrows never smote the heart And every wisl) were granted, Tlien faith would die aud hope depart And life be disencbanted. And if iu heuen is no more night, In heayen ís no more sorrow, Sucli unimagiued, pure delight Fresh worth from paiu would borrow.

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Old News
Ann Arbor Courier