"What are our joys but dreams? and what our hopes,
But goodly shadows in the summer cloud?
There's not a wind that blows, but bears with it
Some rainbow promise. Not a moment flies
But puts its sickle in the fields of life,
And mowes its thousands with their joys and cares."
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Poems
REFLECTION
From the April 1883 issue of The Christian Science Journal