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THE SUSTAINING HAND.
UncategorizedTHE SUSTAINING HAND.
255.1
The little child win wakes at night.
Affrighted at the somber gloom,
And clamors for a ray of light
To drive the darkness from the room,
To quiet dreamland sweetly goes,
Contented if a hand is near,
Caressingly,…