Gems In Verse
No streaio from its source Flows seaward, how luuly so ever its conreo, But wliat soiiiu land i srladdun'd. No star ever roso And set without influente umewhere. Vho knows What cartli reeds froin earth's lowest creatures? No life Can be puro in its purpose and strong in its strife, And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. The spirits of just men made perfect on high, The army of martyrs who stand by the Throne And gazo into the face that makes gloriou3 their own, Knows thls surely at last. Honcst love, houest sorrow, Ilonest work for the day, honest hope for tho morrow - Aro these worth nothing more than the hand they makc weary, Theheart they havu sadden'd, the life they leave dreary? Hush! the sevenfold heavens to tho voice of tho spirit Echo: He that o'ercometh shall all things inherit.
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