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A GARLAND GIVEN
If thou hast a pleasant thought
Of a friend to-day,
Art inclined his deeds to praise,
Such a wish obey.

If some hungry soul would feed
On thy love to-day
Oh, I plead, withhold it not,
Cheer him on his way.

Wait not till on marble brow
There shall fall thy tear;
To him strength and courage give
While he struggles here.

Thus a garland, fadeless, fair,
Thou mayst ever weave,
And for kindnesses undone,
Needst thou never grieve.


"GOLDEN STAIRS"
One by one I mount them,
Jesus went before;
At the top His "mansions,"
Rest forevermore.

One by one, though footsore,
Golden 'neath my feet
Is the way that shows me
Bitter can be sweet.

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