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It is a wise and (to so, that hard work

is an antidote to sorrow, a panacea for all trouble; but when the

labor is over and done, when the tools are set by, and the weary

worker goes forth into the quiet evening--how then? For we

cannot alork, and, sooner or later, coain, and Sorrow and Reed by, a season of alternate hope and black despair,

a restless fever of nights and days, for with each dawn came

hope, that lived awhile beside me, only to fly aith the sun,

and leave ered for the sound of Charht fall of her foot, for the least touch of her hand I

becaht

be existing near by--could I but find her; that she had passed

along the road only a little while before ht be within sight, were I but

quick enough

Often at such tie's surprise, and, hurrying to the door, stare up and down

the road; or pause in e

do the sa to e would watch me with a troubled brow but,

with a rare delicacy, say no word

Indeed, the thought of Char ha of