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BREAD CAST ON THE WATERS.
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Then I thought of God's holy promise,
As I lay on that conch of pain,
For the bread once cast on the waters
Had returned to me again.

A tried heart quailed in the battle
That raged on the shore of life;
I whispered a word of comfort,
And cheered it amid the strife:
Years after, when grieved and wounded
By the follies and frauds of earth,
True spirits gathered around me,
Gladdening my heart and hearth;
And I thought of God's glorious promise,
That it never is made in vain;
For the bread once cast on the waters
He returns to us again.