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DO THY DUTY. Go, my child,—thus saith the Highest,
Warning, cheering, day by day,Go my child, and as thou triest
Life's temptations, bravely say:
Do thy duty, tide what may ! Faint not ! yield not ! 'tis no sadness
Burdens thee on life's true way: Duty done is heart-felt gladness,
Cheering as the summer ray:
Do thy duty, tide what may ! When a cloud obscures the heaven,
Know the sun will bring thee day: When to grief thy soul is given,
Trust that love will ever stay.
Do thy duty, tide what may ! All the trials that surround thee
Are but stones to mark thy way:
Canst thou love, and bravely say:
LIFE IS ONWARD!
With a forward aim ;
And its warfare claim.
To perform your will,
Keep your warm hand still.
Life is onward-heed it,
In each varied dress;
On to happiness.
Time waves not in vain,
Her prophetic strain.
Life is onward-never
Look upon the past,
In its fetters fast.
Bear that of to-day;
Chase the clouds away.
Life is onward—treasure
Its eternal part,
All thy strength of heart.
Sunlit or in storm;
In its humblest form!
THE LAW OF LOVE.
Pour forth the oil, pour boldy forth:
It will not fail until
Which it may largely fill.
Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run; And love has overflowing streams,
To fill them every one.
But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us
Will soon be parched and dried.
For we must share, if we would keep
That blessing from above: Ceasing to give, we cease to have,
Such is the law of love.
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day:
This new day is born;
At night will return.
Another blue day:
Rouse up to work that waits for us,
O spendthrifts of to-day! We'll make our daily record
A grand one while we may.
There's work to do, there's work to do,
To help our fellow man.
We'll do the best we can.
Shake off the sloth that fetters us,
Put on the will that wins : The battle, for the earnest,
In their own heart begins.
No nobler hero in the fight,
Since battlefields began, Than he who serves the right,
And does the best he can.
So work while day is passing;
And at life's setting sun,
Shall truest peace be won.
WHO IS THY NEIGHBOR?
Who is thy neighbor?
He whom thou hast pow'r to aid or bless; Whose aching heart, or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press.
Thy neighbor? 'Tis the fainting poor,
Whose eye with want is dim; Oh, enter thou his humble door,
With aid and peace for him.
Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup,
When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high, sustaining hope,
Go thou and comfort him.
Thy neighbor? 'Tis the weary slave,
Fettered in mind and limb;
Go thou and ransom him.
Thy neighbor? Pass no mourner by;
Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery;
Go share thy lot with him.