Life
Our lives seem filled with things of little worth; A thousand petty cares arise each day Which bring our soaring thoughts from heaven to earth, Reminding us that we have feet of clay; Yet we will not from path of duty stray If we amidst them all cleave to the right; Nor great nor small are actions in His sight; Through lowly vale He shows our feet the way. Our early dreams may not be realized; The roseate sky now proves quite commonplace; The constellations we so highly prized Have vanished all--nor left the slightest trace Of former glory in its azure face, But high o'er all beams out the polar star To guide us safe through rock and sandy bar; Life is complete and its cap-stone is grace.
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