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DORCAS.
“This woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did.”
Acts ix. 36.
The coats and garments, deftly made
By Dorcas for the poor,
Excel in beauty all the robes
That monarchs ever wore.
These, from the sphere of mortal things,
Like breaths of wind have passed;
The record of her humble work,
Forevermore will last.
By Dorcas for the poor,
Excel in beauty all the robes
That monarchs ever wore.
These, from the sphere of mortal things,
Like breaths of wind have passed;
The record of her humble work,
Forevermore will last.
The gold and gems of royal courts,
Glittered their fleeting day;
The shining jewels men admire,
Were fair,—but where are they?
The coats and garments Dorcas made
To bless the humble poor,
Are treasured with the holy things
Which ever shall endure.
Glittered their fleeting day;
The shining jewels men admire,
Were fair,—but where are they?
The coats and garments Dorcas made
To bless the humble poor,
Are treasured with the holy things
Which ever shall endure.
For when the Judge, with glory crowned,
Takes His immortal throne,
And such as did His will on earth,
His loving voice shall own,
They, in the sufferers whom they helped,
Their Lord Himself shall see,—
“In that ye did it unto these,
Ye did it unto me.”
Takes His immortal throne,
And such as did His will on earth,
His loving voice shall own,
They, in the sufferers whom they helped,
Their Lord Himself shall see,—
“In that ye did it unto these,
Ye did it unto me.”
My sister's eighty-ninth birthday, March 17, 1895.
It is not out of place to add, for example's sake, that during a few months previous to the date of this brotherly tribute, the subject of the verses sent to the needy poor children of the South, more than two hundred useful articles, all of which were her own handiwork.—
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