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The crown must be won for Heaven, dear, / In the battle-field of life: / My child, though thy foes are strong and tried, / He loveth the weak and small; / The Angels of Heaven are on thy side, / And God is over all! / -- ADELAIDE PROCTOR.
Judy's life was sunshine, and therefore Judy got quickly well; she was like the birds and the flowers -- give her sunshine enough, and she would sing like the birds and bloom like the flowers. Hilda was her sun, and now she was always basking herself in the beloved presence. Her cup of happiness was full, and such contentment reigned in her little heart that no moment was dull to her, and time never hung heavy on her hands.