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Evil must cease,— For that way tend All things that bend Its final end, With lessening trend,— And give us peace. Falsehood no more In least degree Truth's face may see.
Look hopefully forward, from life's shining plow, For the Spirit's sure prompter and guide; And find, in Love's labor, the radiant brow Of the promised Messiah and bride. The Life-giving Power awakes us today, And we know the bright message is true; For it works, as of old, in a marvellous way, Forever revealing the new.
The Truth he told, the Truth he lived; Truth was his very self. Loyal to God, a nation's friend.
Rest is not quitting The busy career, Rest is the fitting Of self to its sphere. 'T is the brook's motion, Clear without strife, Fleeing to ocean, After its life.
Ah , he who is willing to work and wait,— Who faces the cloud or the sun, and strong With the strength that battles each adverse fate, And that throttles each growing wrong, Walks firm in the path, whether smooth or steep, Whether wide or close, till he reach the goal,— He, of all the world, is the one to keep, As a guide where the high waves roll. And he who has struggled through want and cold, And has kept the road, till his feet have trod the summits that shine with the morning gold, Lo, he is the nearest to God.
Manifold the graces, On earth's bosom lying; Multiform the faces, In the heavens flying;— Faces as of angels, Bountiful and bright; Graces of God's Spirit, Leading man aright. Deep and rich the treasures, In man's bosom hidden; Full and free the pleasures To which he is bidden;— Pleasures spread in Eden, When the world was young, Treasures laid in Heaven, And by seraphs sung.
Well hast thou painted her, our Ship of State,— A state of Mind,—amidst the breakers' roar, The calm, grand equipoise of Faith, combined With Understanding; and the pearly door Of Heaven, our port, that nearer is, ajar, Whence gleams the morning of our Eastern Star.
Come in New Year, with all thy youthful grace! The light breeze fans thee with its frost-plumed wing: The new day holds thee in its strong embrace; So fair a Muse ne'er fondled infant king. Bring to these hearts a thousand high resolves! Bring love to sweeten all earth's wrong and ruth! Bring faith in faith, as sphere in sphere revolves! Bring in the bounteous harvest-time of Truth! Bring us the light of free, unbiased thought! Breathe thoughts of action into lifeless creeds! With blessed wisdom let thy wings be fraught! Oh, bring a swollen tide of saintly deeds!
New Year again has come, The glad New Year! To many a heart and home It brings good cheer. New Life doth always come Where God doth dwell; Have Him within the home, And all is well.
At the Beautiful Gate sat the lame one, Bewailing a fate so forlorn, Oft wishing, since all men forgot him, He had never in this world been born. Through the wide entrance crowded the Zealot, The Pharisee, Sadducee, Scribe; Of them all scarcely one gave a penny, Or a thought to the poor of their tribe.