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Then teach us, Lord, to how beneath the rod,
And in the very blow His hand adore.
So snall we walk through our life's checkered day.
THE WAY TO BE BRAVE
PEAK kindly to that poor old man,
And place it gently in his hand,
That he may walk again.
His bundle, too, replace with care
Beneath his trembling arm;
A braver deed than scorners boast
A braver deed than annals tell
Of some distinguished men.
Yes; leave that thoughtless, sneering crowd;
Then let them laugh, as laugh they may;
but never mind.
Pass on; but think once more of him
The wreck that you have seen,
How once a happy boy like you
He sported on the green;
And friends all watching o'er his couch,
But ah, the change! He wanders now,
Thrice blessed is the task of those
For that will ease his burdened heart,
LEAD ME, O LORD!
DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that Thou would'st take from me Aught of its load.
I do not ask that flowers should always spring
I know too well the poison and the sting
For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead→ Lead me aright,
Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed,
Through peace to light.
I do not ask my cross to understand,
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand,
Joy is like restless day, but peace divine
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine
HOLD him great who, for love's sake
I bow before the noble mind
That freely some great wrong forgives;
Who bears that burden well and lives.
It may be hard to gain, and still
To keep a lowly, steadfast heart;
Yet he who loses has to fill
A harder and a truer part.
Glorious is it to wear the crown
Great may he be who can command
Better by him who can obey.
Blessed are they who die for God
And earn the martyr's crown of light;
Yet he who lives for God may be
A greater conqueror in His sight.
WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?
HY neighbor? It is he whom thou
Thy neighbor? 'Tis the fainting poor,
Thy neighbor? "Tis that weary man,
Bent low with sickness, care and pain-
Thy neighbor? 'Tis the heart bereft
Thy neighbor? Yonder toiling slave,
Whene'er thou meet'st a human form
Oh! pass not, pass not heedless by!
THE TRUE FAITH.
DEEM his faith the best
I Who daily puts it into loving deeds
Done for the poor, the sorrowing, the oppressed
The schoolman's subtle skill
Wearies itself with vain philosophies
That leave the world to grope in darkness still, Haply, from lies to lies: