It’s the sweet behind the bitter

Makes the burden light to bear.

It’s the shine past all the raining

Of the heart-break and the tear,

It’s the faith in dim tomorrow’s

Clears the mist from yesteryears.

So I’ll take my shine and shower

The bitter with the sweet,

And I’ll make a friend of sorrow

Every time we chance to meet.

Give me triumph with disaster

And my share of gain and loss

And I’ll not be asking angels

For a sweeter, gentler cross.

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Lines to Death

THE harp like strings of destiny

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Stretched taut awhile, then broke,

So life gives o’er the battle

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