Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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64 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE When Life is too hard for the bearing, and Death is a blessing, it seems, God sends man the mercy of slumber and the tender boon of His dreams. Gone for a moment the sorrow, the loneliness and the pain, Gone the nnfaith and the hatred— Daddy Jim was happy again. A quick step tripped thru his sleeping; he opened his dim old eyes, And they fell on the open Bible, with a start of awe and surprise. "his baby come home from the nowhere, with the tears in her elfin eyes" Stooped he then o'er the chapter, as he stooped in believing years — "God shall wipe away weeping, and there shall be no more tears." On the door of the cabin faltered a rapping, soft and slow, And a voice crept into his sad heart, like an echo from Long Ago. Dazed, he drew out the latch-string; then the mountains rang to his cries — His baby come home from the Nowhere, with the tears in her elfin eyes. Woman-wise she stood there, child-eyed and girlish-slim — "Thou hast given me back my daughter — Lord, I thank Thee," said Daddy Jim; But a little later, as they rose from their reverent knees, With a shake in his voice as he kist her, "Good-night, then, my Little Tease." Over the stark Sierras God's seasons come and go, The dawn is clear on the mountains, the world lies far below; There where the trail is steepest glows a friendly rudder of light, To guide the weary wand'rer, adrift in the pathless night. ,