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Marble and recording brass decay, And, like the graver's memory, pass away; The works of man inherit, as is just, Their author's frailty, and return to dust; But Truth divine forever stands secure, Its head as guarded as its base is sure; Fixed in the rolling flood of endless years, The pillar of th' eternal plan appears; The raving storm and dashing wave defies, Built by that Architect who built the skies. — Cowper.
One by one thy duties meet thee, Step by step the path is trod Which, with neither bend nor turning, Leads thee straight to heaven and God. Murmur not at slowest progress, Asking only greater speed; Seeking not to grasp earth's greatness, But of trifles taking heed.
Great Peace have they which love thy Law: and nothing shall offend them. —Psalm 119: 165.
The mists hid fair Gethsemane, Whose olives whispered soft and low A requiem to mortal woe, As Easter dawned on Calvary. Then weeping, and with senses gloomed, Came Magdalene, with spices rare, And ointments, to anoint with care The body of her Lord entombed.
I see an endless brotherhood, Unlimited, divine; By stronger ties than human blood, Their being reaches mine. No more I shame to own as kin What once seemed mean or low; Since God has set his seal within, Caste I no longer know.
Look backward; how much has been won; Look round; how much is yet to win; The watches of the night are done; The watches of the day begin. O Thou whose mighty patience holds The night and day alike in view, Thy will our dearest hopes enfolds, Oh, keep us steadfast, patient, true! Samuel Longfellow.
The builders wrought for Solomon, And hewed the cedar trees; They squared great stones in Lebanon, And bare them over-seas. And then on Mount Moriah's height Silent the one thought grows; Great beams and stones are fitted right, Like petals in a rose.
Early in the morning will I praise thee, O God! early in the morning will I seek thy face. As the glory of the day ariseth in the east, and sheddeth its beauties abroad o'er all the earth, and awakeneth the harmonies of love throughout all creation, so shalt the Sun of thy Righteousness arise in my heart and radiate its peace and light to all mankind.
Oh , slumbering heart, that dreams of woe, Long lulled by stupid fancy's dreams, Awake to-day, and see and know That Life with Love and grandeur teems. Hast thou not heard the Master's call, Echoed from the long ages past, To brush aside thy burdens all?— 'Tis fancy's chains which bind thee fast.
The light of which the poet spake, That never shone o'er land or sea, Is growing in the glowing West To set the world from shadows free. Across these dim-lit northern isles, Encircled by the wintry seas, Shall burst a light no summer knew From Thanet to the Hebrides.