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I never knew how little things
 As greater ones could be,
When sanctified by love for One
 Who doth each effort see;
But now, a daily round of care
 May win a victory.

I never knew; and still, dear Lord,
 As through a glass I see,
And perfect light can only come
 When I shall dwell with thee;
When in thy likeness I awake,
 For all eternity,

RAINBOW TINTS

Oh, think a happy thought,
 Thy blessings number o'er;
The grateful heart so fraught
 Will be, for thee, one more.

Oh, smile a sunny smile,
 'Twill chase dark clouds away;
'Twill shorten every mile
 Thou treadest day by day.

Oh, speak in cheery tone,
 For echoed is each word;
Not by thyself alone
 Its joyousness is heard.

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