THE FABRIC OF LIFE.

THE FABRIC OF LIFE.
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In the loom of life we weave each day
On the warp of circumstance
The colors grave and colors gray,
However threads may chance.

But the web is ours to make or mar,
And the pattern we may choose;
We may make the fabric strong and fair,
And blend as we will the hues.

The glint of gold from our happy days
May shine through the shades, somber
And love’s warm gleams, like the morning’s rays,
Add beauty that never fades.

When the Master Workman judge at last,
May he find our weaving good,
The texture fine and the colors fast,
And his purpose understood.
-By Mary Vaughan,