Father of Universal Man, Where'er in this wide world he roam, Not known to thee by kith or clan, Nor height, nor breadth of mental dome, Nor babbling tongue, nor sounding creed,...
'Tis well to have a goal in mind, A life-aim, high and true; Clear as the day, and well defined, And ever kept in view. But God has strewn along the way Bright flowers of every hue....
The air is chill with the frost of doubt, And men's hearts are sadly failing; They do not hear the great Victor's shout; But indulge in bitter wailing. "The old gives place to the new," they say,...
Those men are deemed heroes who rush on the foe Regardless of danger, and seek not to know What others may do; Stern duty demands it--why should they falter If all they hold dear is laid on the altar,...
Some men there are who stand so straight, So equipoised, that others' fate Seems to depend on their behest; And useless all our every quest To gain perfection or renown, Unless we touch the flowing gown...
I saw her first when she was old, Her form devoid of grace; Her locks that once were yellow gold Were white, and on her face Were furrows deep, which told of pain, And toil, and worldly fret,...
Some flowers are brighter far in hue Than others by their side, But God baptizes all with dew, And spreads His mantle wide To cover all for half the day, From rays of scorching sun,...
Feathery frost on the window-pane, Who placed you there? "I cannot explain," Each little feather at once replied; "But this I know, I'm the children's pride, As they think I fell from an angel's wing,...