The Better Lot.
Her life was bound to crutches: pale and bent, But smiling ever, she would go and come: For of her soul GOD made an instrument Of strength and comfort to an humble home. Better a life of toil and slow disease That LOVE companions through the patient years, Than one whose heritage is loveless ease, That never knows the blessedness of tears.
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"Her life was bound to crutches: pale and bent,..."
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