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Generosity. 
Trust, my friend, no Siren’s whisper, 
Weave no web in fancy’s loom, 
Build no castle for the future, 
Bor the golden days to come. 
Life has more or less besetments, 
More or less of grief and woe, 
Shadows always check our pathway, 
Sunbeams only come and go. 
Cast thy bread upon the waters , 
Out upon the waves alone; 
You will find it drifted to thee , 
After many days have flown. 
Ever hoping and enduring, 
Ever prayerful on the way, 
May you reach the golden entrance 
Opening on Eternal Day! 
GENTLENESS. 
A gentle word is never lost. 
Oh! never, then, refuse one; 
It cheers the heart when tempest-tossed. 
And lulls the cares that bruise one; 
It scatters sunshine o'er our way , 
And turns our thorns to roses; 
It changes weary night and day, 
And hope and love discloses. 
Happiness. 
Beware what earth calls happiness; beware 
All joys, but joys that never can expire; 
Who builds on less than on immortal base, 
Eond as he seems, condemns his joy to death. 
— Anon. 
— Anon. 
■Young. 
