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574.

L. M.

E. H. Chapin.

For a Charitable Occasion.
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When long the soul had slept in chains

And man to man was stern and cold;

When love and worship were but strains

That swept the gifted chords of old—

By shady mount and peaceful lake,

A meek and lowly stranger came,

The weary drank the words he spake,

The poor and suffering blessed his name.

He went where frenzy held its rule,

Where sickness breathed its spell of pain;

By famed Bethesda’s mystic pool,

And by the darkened gate of Nain.

He soothed the mourner’s troubled breast,

He raised the contrite sinner’s head,

And on the loved ones’ lowly rest

The light of better life he shed.

Father, the spirit Jesus knew

We humbly ask of Thee to-night,

That we may be disciples too

Of him whose way was love and light.

Bright be the places where we tread

Amid earth’s suffering and its poor,

Until that day when tears are shed,

And broken sighs are heard, no more.

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