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Show a He MOO Lin The rounds are done. The patients, one by one, Soothed and comforted, Lie drowsing in "ced. Responsive to the Sabbath peace in the air; The Doctor Lady settles in her office chair And breathes a prayer Of thanks for this one brief Moment of relief. One moment-no more- A knock at her door. And there, alert, unstooped, an old man stands. , * (There is no r e s t for doctors in Mission lands.} She understands, And smiling bids him in, Nods him to begin. "All troublesome Am I come, Because for all • \. . forty years and more, In the Good Bock I icved to search and pore But since these ten years before I cannot see That vhich is dear to me," He stops and smiles. "Twenty-six miles I walked to praise God in His Church today, |
