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Rh " Know ye not that your life is no discord ? There is never a note to spare ; There is never a sigh ye can breathe till ye die But it maketh the harmony there. " Life is one, all along, little children, From the first to the last it is known j There are tears shed on earth that are seeds sown for Heaven, — Ye reap not until ye have sown." Then He led us away through the shadows, And we took up our burden of pain ; But He said, " Lo, I go with you always, mine own ; Ye must never be vanquished again." As our eyes gained their vision He vanished, But we felt that we were not alone ; As He rose we could hear, through the dark sounding clear, — " Ye reap not until ye have sown." Love, I was dreaming, was dreaming, It is better to sleep than to wake ; You and I were at rest, in the land of the blest, You had followed me there for love's sake.