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The storms, the troubles, brought the angelic aid:
Our land of rain and sun
Must sweeter be than one
All shadow, or devoid of any shade.
The daily help, mother, the daily smile,
These were thine angel-tributes unto me;
Time then was lovelier than eternity—
Alas! but for awhile.
Our land of rain and sun
Must sweeter be than one
All shadow, or devoid of any shade.
The daily help, mother, the daily smile,
These were thine angel-tributes unto me;
Time then was lovelier than eternity—
Alas! but for awhile.
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