Wise or Otherwise by Lydia Leavitt and Thad. W.H. Leavitt


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_Illustrated by Anna Lake_


WELLS PUBLISHING CO.
TORONTO
1898




CONTENTS


_BOOK THE FIRST_

"LEAD KINDLY LIGHT."
A FABLE.
THE WIND.
PASSING THOUGHTS.

_BOOK THE SECOND_

ODDS AND ENDS.




PREFACE


It is probable that the reader will discover among the "Short Sayings"
some familiar acquaintance and even old friend, unconsciously
appropriated. Should such be the case, kindly credit to the "Wise" and
leave the "Otherwise" to

THE AUTHORS.




BOOK THE FIRST

BY

LYDIA LEAVITT




LEAD KINDLY LIGHT

[Illustration]


"Lead, kindly light," The words are lightly spoken by the young,
who tread life's pathway with nimble feet, whose eager hands are
outstretched to gather life's roses, regardless of thorns, whose voice
is rippling with laughter and mirth, with blood coursing through the
veins and bright eyes looking fearlessly into the future; the words have
merely a joyous, musical ring. "Lead, kindly light."

"Lead, kindly light." The words are gravely spoken by the middle-aged,
whose feet have grown a trifle weary, whose hands have gathered the
roses, only to find them turned to ashes, whose laughter has more
sadness than mirth, whose eyes have grown dim, whose lips tremblingly
plead, "Lead, kindly light." "Lead, kindly light." The words are
whispered by the old, whose tired feet are unable to move, whose palsied
hands are helpless, whose head is bowed by the weight of years, whose
eyes are sightless, from whose trembling lips are scarcely heard the
whispered prayer, "Lead, kindly light."

"Lead, kindly light." The sunken eyes are closed in death, the tired
hands are folded, the heart has ceased to beat, the mute lips are
stilled, the weary feet are at rest, a look of ineffable peace rests
upon the still face, while all the air is filled with sweet music and
the murmur of gentle voices pleading, "Lead, kindly light."




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