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Go
spread to the needy, sweet charity bread, For
giving is living, the angel said. Oh must I be giving again and again? My peevish and willful answer ran. Oh no, said the angel, piercing me through, Just give till the Lord stops giving to you. |
| Friendship is the bridge
between lonely and loved,
between a glance and a gaze. It stretches
from the fog into sunshine, It crosses the chasm from hell to
heaven, |
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I have held many
things in my hands, and I have lost them all;
but whatever I have placed in God's hands,
that I still possess. |
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| Have courage for the great
sorrows of life and patience for the small
ones; and when you have laboriously
accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in
peace. God is awake.
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