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Title: Every life a delight
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Potts, James Henry, 1848-1942
Subjects: Conduct of life
Publisher: New York, Cincinnati, The Abingdon Press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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and prey. Roll on, O waves! her requiem sing! Keep silence, caverns deep!The while her dead together cling In long and dreamless sleep. And as the future ages roll,Till seas shall yield their dead, Titanics fate shall stir the soulWith horror keen and dread. 283 Every Life A Delight REGRET O depth of grief! O pain of mind! 0 longing for the vanished hand!0 sorrow keen! O woe enshrined! O record that must ever stand! What joy was mine! What dear concern! What satisfaction in my own!But now what fires of anguish burn Where once such sweetness had its throne! O mourning deep for heartless Avord! O penitence for blind neglect!0 fell remorse by memory stirred, For love and trust so rudely wrecked! O idol of my heart, return! Let me but speak the word once spurned!Let me recall the words I mourn! Let me but act on truth since learned! Come back! Come back! my loved and lost! For one brief hour by grace impelled!Too late I learn the boundless cost Of thoughtless speech and love withheld! 284
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MY LOVED AND LOST The Depressing Factors LONG JOY AND SHORT SORROW They err who speak of long sorrow and short joy. The re-verse is the truth. Real joy rarely ends, while most sorrow is short-lived.People are built that way. God never intended man for eternal mourning, any more thanHe made the winds to be always sighing. Natures days aremostly bright; cloudy ones are exceptions. Summer warmth lasts longer than winter cold. The genialsunshine never flits away to leave us sad. The brightness of summer is a flash of divine love; the lesserbrightness of winter is not a frown, but a resting spell. Winter snow is Natures bridal robe, not a burial shroud;the long night-shadows are transitory, while the glory of sea andsky is enduring. Nature exhibits more light colors than blacks. Morningand noon are dazzling, and few are the evenings without theirmoonlight or star-shine. Mans experience of grief comes only at intervals; it may bekeen while it lasts, but his seasons of delight are numberless

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