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when our disrobed spirits Soar to realms of light again, We may say, "Dear Father, judge us As we judged our fellow men." Time to me this truth hath taught, 'Tis a truth that's worth revealing: More offend from want of thought Than from want of feeling. If advice we would convey, There's a time we should convey it; If we've but a word to say, There's a time in which to say it. HONOR ALL MEN Great Master! teach us how to hope in man: We lift our eyes upon his works and ways, And disappointment chills us as we gaze, Our dream of him so far the truth outran, So far his deeds are ever falling short. And then we fold our graceful hands and say, "The world is vulgar." Didst thou turn away, O Sacred Spirit, delicately wrought, Because the humble souls of Galilee Were tuned not to the music of thine own And chimed not to the pulsing undertone Which swelled Thy loving bosom like the sea? Shame thou our coldness, most benignant Friend, When we so daintily do condescend. --Martha Perry Howe. BROTHERHOOD That plenty but reproaches me Which leaves my neighbor bare. Not wholly glad my heart can be While his is bowed with care. If I go free, and sound, and stout, While his poor fetters clank, Unsated still, I'll still cry out, And plead with Whom I thank. Almighty, thou who Father be Of him, of me, of all, Draw us together, him and me, That, whichsoever fall, The other's hand may fail him not-- The other's strength decline No task of succor that his lot May claim from son of thine. I would be fed. I would be clad. I would be housed and dry. But if so be my heart is sad-- What benefit have I? Best he whose shoulders best endure The load that brings relief; And best shall be his joy secure Who shares that joy with grief. --Edward Sandford Martin. THE LIFE I SEEK Not in some cloistered cell Dost thou, Lord, bid me dwell My love to show, But 'mid the busy marts, Where men with burdened hearts Do come and go. Some tempted soul to cheer When breath of ill is near And foes annoy; The sinning to restrain, To ease the throb of pain-- Be such my joy. Lord, make me qui
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