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By the Author of ‘ Earth's many Voices.’

A boat glides pleasantly ;
No storms to toss, no shoals to strand,
It passes smoothly by.

G io fair mid-stream, o’er waters clear,

So smoothly that it scarcely breaks
The shadow of the trees;

And in the boat is one who rows,
And some who sit at ease.

Now read in this a parable,
How God ordains our lives ;

How this, the life of ease, fits in
With that which toils and strives.

For were there none to sit at ease,
Who’d ply the oar, I pray ?

And were there none to ply the oar,
Who could take holiday ?

 

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