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SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS
BY JOHN MILTON
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
THE LAST HOUR
BY SUSAN COOLIDGE
If I were told that I must die to-morrow,
Which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow
For any one,
All the fight fought, all the short journey through,
I do not think that I should shrink or falter,
Doing my work, nor change, nor seek to alter
But rise and move, and love and smile and pray
And lying down at night for a last sleeping,
Which hearkens ever: "Lord, within Thy keeping,
And when to-morrow brings Thee nearer still,
I might not sleep for awe; but peaceful, tender,
All the night long; and when the morning splendor
I think that I could smile-could calmly say, "It is His day."
But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder
On which my life was writ, and I with wonder
To a long century's end its mystic clue,
What could I do, O blest Guide and Master,
Still to go on as now, not slower, faster,
The road, altho so very long it be,
Step after step, feeling Thee close beside me,
Through thorns, through flowers, whether the tempest hides thee,
Or heavens serene,
Assured Thy faithfulness can not betray,
I may not know, my God, no hand revealeth
Along the path a deepening shadow stealeth,
To all my questioning thought, the time to tell,
Let me keep on, abiding and unfearing
Through a long century's ripening fruition,
Thou canst not come too soon; and I can wait,
THE HIGHER GOOD
BY THEODORE PARKER
Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame,
Tho once they would have joyed my carnal sense: I shudder not to bear a hated name,
Wanting all wealth, myself my sole defense. But give me, Lord, eyes to behold the truth;
A seeing sense that knows the eternal right;
A heart with pity filled, and gentlest ruth;
Make me the mouth of such as can not speak;
A conscience to the base; and to the weak Let me be hands and feet; and to the foolish, mind; And lead still farther on such as Thy kingdom seek.
THE CREEDS OF THE BELLS
BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!
Each one its creed of music tells
In tones that float upon the air
As soft as song, as pure as prayer;
"Ye purifying waters, swell!"
To show the world unfaltering faith
"Oh heed the ancient landmarks well!"
"In deeds of love excel! excel!"
"Not faith alone, but works as well,
"To all the truth we tell! we tell!"