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Kissing the Rod
Agnes Pratt

O heart of mine, we should not worry so
What you miss of sunshine
We would have you know.
What we've met of stormy pain
Or of sorrows driving rain
We can better meet again, if it blow.

That we've erred, in the dark hour, we have known
When our tears fell, with the [shorn?] all alone,
Were not shine and shadow blent,
As the gracious Master meant?
Let us temper our content with His own.

For we know not, every morrow
Will be sad,
So forgetting all the sorrow, we have had,
Let us fold away our fears,
And put by, our foolish tears,
And through all the coming years,
Just be glad.