With hope I wish for you these things--
Sunlight through trees and drops of rain;
Some laughter gay with lifted wings--
Joy--sometimes with a touch of pain.
I wish that God may grant you much,
A chance to toil, some hours of ease;
The glorious things beyond your touch,
To cleanse your heart--on bended knees;
And grant you gifts of purer gold
Than deepest earthly mines can yield;
Some friendships true, some dreams to hold,
A mind to serve in the Master's field.
V.C.
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