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ate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's. --William Shakespeare. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. --William Shakespeare. WORSHIP But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. --John Milton. Give us men! Strong and stalwart ones: Men whom highest hope inspires, Men whom purest honor fires, Men who trample Self beneath them, Men who make their country wreathe them As her noble sons, Worthy of their sires, Men who never shame their mothers, Men who never fail their brothers; True, however false are others: Give us Men--I say again, Give us Men! --Bishop of Exeter. I will not doubt though all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails, I will believe the Hand which never fails, From seeming evil worketh good for me; And though I weep because those sails are tattered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I trust in Thee." The wounds I might have healed, The human sorrow and smart! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part. But evil is wrought by want of thought As well as want of heart. --Thomas Hood. DON'T FEAR--GOD'S NEAR! Feel glum? Keep mum. Don't grumble. Be humble. Trials cling? Just sing. Can't sing? Just cling. Don't fear--God's near! Money goes--He knows. Honor left--Not bereft. Don't rust--Work! Trust! --Ernest Bourner Allen. A rose to the living is
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