"'Tis thine to curb the passions' madd'ning sway, And wipe the mourner's bitter tear away; 'Tis thine to soothe when hope itself has fled, And cheer with angel smile the sufferer's bed; To give to earth its charm, to life its zest, One only task, — to bless, and to be blest."
January 1, 1970
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