SEA SPRAY & SMOKE DRIFT 



We, too, '* Job's comforters" have met, 



With steps, like ours, unsteady, 

 They could not help themselves, and yet 



To judge us they were ready ; 

 Life's path is trod at last, and God 



More ready to reprieve is, 

 They know who rest beneath the sod, 



^' Mors gratum^ vita brevis.^^ 



