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						Guerdon by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 
						
						Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year I saw a tear. Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow So soon a sorrow. Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:  A tear became A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light – A beautiful sight.
  Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,  I said, ‘The Cross Is grievous for a life as young as mine.’ Just then, like wine,  God’s sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;  And lo! a crown Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden – My sorrow’s guerdon. 						 
						
						
						
						
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