THE TOUCH OF A HAND.

THE TOUCH OF A HAND.
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At times when the world seems dead,
And the heart is bound in frost,
Where every bird or blossom
Forgotten is, or lost;
A hand is laid in ours-
Ah, the world is not so wrong,
And for every bud that blooms
The heart leaps up in song!
-Margaret Ridgely Schott.