A stout heart and a simple faith gives victory o’er the grave,
And God awaits all patiently, all powerful to save.
’Tis not a cross to live, nor is it hard to die,
If we but view the future with steadfast, fearless eye,
Looking ever on the bright side, where falls the sun’s warm beam,
Our boats will ride the billows as they float along the stream.
Wayne Howe Parsons.
THE LOST KISS.
