The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1911-11-16
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Glory . tie World
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greatest gift to humaniyq What gift do we value
the highest? What is ourd dearest possessong
have been asked what thought greatest gifts
and give you--LOVE!
meaning
all conditions Of
promnen the love that stands for sacrifice
that lasts throughout fe the holy
love that is religion becuse pure hope;
love- far better than all earthly vastly
greater than death, for at last wins eternity.
And the second best be-
cause times it proves unrueit glorifes
The love Of good make
and who would gladly die that the
ents Herss cingng love- that
makes paything her. Still will cling
fer for the she loves and would crawl through shell
It's this love that sends faiy night stagge
fall fes highway but with strong
love adrift trusting
anew by occasional BONE the shape wild
Then have another love the Love of Humanity
White souled sisters Of Christ who
tell of One who gain purity
|" Go and Do
gave US The Story Rose1 which tells
how loved with love that she all her life
the redemption of fallen
Mrs. Whtimore Mission In
her hand lovely bunch of said
the going give
woman in New York City tonight"
Sodown she
Chinatown and there the
in the word-Delia Loughlin. She gave Della the
Della you pure rosekeep it
this foul atmosphere will petals begin
fall remember dropping off like the
and only misery before If find influence this
to the Door Of Hope tomorrow will be waiting for
The world knows the result of the Della Laughn
Mrs Whitmo the morning and Deas hand cutched
faded The Bowey knew her that
loves-Love of Humanity.
Then Country Deep in
love of Country feeble, others
herdg Of the hills of
or simply because she loved France
She did drink from the that helped
She suffered and she died the honor Legion
fair praise and all the gores that her.
Pure innocent girl she her Country through
fce the Lilies Of France for her In exchange for her
love France She Country
and that is another phase of Love-
hawk afar the heavens circlng round Now
he down straight for the meadow lie
of Meadow Lark But the Mother there
hawk almost his match.
the mother try fight him Of the
and in short time the mother lies battered
and
Helpless dying poor quvering body
Why? Because love there-Bird Love for its young
Sol Love the all gifts and the the
world Whether it be the love of mother the love of
the love Of powbo the love OF Prince the love for humanity
the love Of child dogs love- the love OF deres all goods
yea grand
ne havn got what's the use? Where do begin end
without Isn't about all hars worth while; isn't only thing
many adrft to our
What this uncomfortable call that than WILL
er than hate?
We gathered into warped lives thousand hates born
and bitterness will be awakened oneday The
Of love will call and then will feel and know that life good
after all
and her appreciation love- she No words
ifeproducing Without itself would tantalzg
Blot Love Of the and all that desirable
becomes the
from the hills the diamond earop from Natures then
win have idea what this earth would be- bereft Of Love
But feel the full weight the blow blight the sunshine from
the youth and the from his confsae the treasure
heart and the from ambition break fond
and home then scatter the four winds the only faith
that makes f battle barable is everlast
So say to you Ishmae! Keep your
heart Don't let the hard bueng OF life grow aos covering