Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul. Various

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      In the bright fields of fair renown

      The right of eminent domain.

      We have not wings, we cannot soar;

      But we have feet to scale and climb

      By slow degrees, by more and more,

      The cloudy summits of our time.

      The heights by great men reached and kept

      Were not attained by sudden flight,

      But they while their companions slept

      Were toiling upward in the night.

      Standing on what too long we bore

      With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,

      We may discern—unseen before—

      A path to higher destinies,

      Nor deem the irrevocable Past

      As wholly wasted, wholly vain,

      If, rising on its wrecks, at last

      To something nobler we attain.

      —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

      ———

      REWARD OF FAITHFULNESS

      The deeds which selfish hearts approve

      And fame's loud trumpet sings

      Secure no praise where truth and love

      Are counted noblest things;

      And work which godless folly deems

      Worthless, obscure, and lowly,

      To Heaven's ennobling vision seems

      Most godlike, grand, and holy.

      Then murmur not if toils obscure

      And thorny paths be thine;

      To God be true—they shall secure

      The joy of life divine

      Who in the darkest, sternest sphere

      For Him their powers employ;

      The toils contemned and slighted here

      Shall yield the purest joy.

      When endless day dispels the strife

      Which blinds and darkens now,

      Perchance the brightest crown of life

      Shall deck some lowly brow.

      Then learn, despite thy boding fears,

      From seed with sorrow sown,

      In love, obscurity and tears

      The richest sheaves are grown.

      —Edward Hartley Dewart.

      ———

      "DOE THE NEXTE THYNGE"

      From an old English parsonage

      Down by the sea,

      There came in the twilight

      A message to me;

      Its quaint Saxon legend

      Deeply engraven,

      Hath as it seems to me

      Teaching for heaven;

      And on through the hours

      The quiet words ring,

      Like a low inspiration,

      "Doe the nexte thynge."

      Many a questioning,

      Many a fear,

      Many a doubt,

      Hath guiding here.

      Moment by moment

      Let down from heaven,

      Time, opportunity,

      Guidance are given.

      Fear not to-morrow,

      Child of the King;

      Trust it with Jesus,

      "Doe the nexte thynge."

      O He would have thee

      Daily more free,

      Knowing the might

      Of thy royal degree;

      Ever in waiting,

      Glad for his call,

      Tranquil in chastening,

      Trusting through all.

      Comings and goings

      No turmoil need bring:

      His all thy future—

      "Doe the nexte thynge."

      Do it immediately,

      Do it with prayer,

      Do it reliantly,

      Casting all care:

      Do it with reverence,

      Tracing His hand

      Who hath placed it before thee

      With earnest command.

      Stayed on Omnipotence,

      Safe, 'neath his wing,

      Leave all resultings,

      "Doe the nexte thynge."

      Looking to Jesus,

      Ever serener,

      Working or suffering,

      Be thy demeanor!

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