Poetry: Our Duty
Why sliuuld wo rest ingloriously When carth 6 filled wilh strife, And Error'shouts her battle cry Upon the field of Life? Tlie lubor we wero fentto do, Is steadfaslly tb seck A knowledge of tho Right and Truc Wilh spirit stroiig, yet meek. To tread, iinmurmurinir, tho wny The Sinles? One hath trod. And thns draw ner.rerev'ry day In likenees unto God. Tiio shadowy Past hos frorn ue flown, The PüTORB cpmeth l"'c, The Priïsbp't only is our osvn, Norwillthe Pkeskt wnit.
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Benjamin S. Jones
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Signal of Liberty