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THE VIATORIAN. VOL. XVII.
APRIL, 1900.
THE SISTER OF M.ERCY. I saw a bed of pansies Their precious lives unfold, With petals of the midnight And heart ~ of purest gold; And though so unassuming, In sable garb all robed, Their presence gave a brightness And from them sweetness flowed. For from their golden center Sweet smiles did seem to glow, Which set my soul a thinking, For they're for thoughts, you know. I breathed their kindly fragrance Then turnedJrom that sweet rest, And midst the thorns encountered A pansy's thought expressed. She wore her inky g-arments Which did not veil her heart, For from her saintly features StraBge lights did gleam and dart And as she softly glided Giving kind words of cheer, The angels seemed to whisper, "Hark ye! God's thought is here." And Oh! the mighty meaning, Yet all of it is true His thought is but for mercy, To show to me arid you. To teach us what we're lacking, To sooth our souls sore prest, Truth, love and g-ood to offer, And here it is expressed. J.H. N.
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