. After-hours . sweetest of chords Should vibrate at all times for you. AFTEK-HOURS. 83 The man whose aims are sordid cheats himself—For while the end of all his life is pelf,His intellect and soul can neer expand,And he is but a pygmy in the land,Compared with sympathetic men who findThe highest joy in toiling for mankind. I would not judge thee by thy looks, Nor by thy knowledge gleaned from books • But I should know that love divine Fully possessed that heart of thine, If thou didst have what Heavn can give — The disposition to forgive. Sweet flowers, I otttimes study Your faces as ye growI
. After-hours . sweetest of chords Should vibrate at all times for you. AFTEK-HOURS. 83 The man whose aims are sordid cheats himself—For while the end of all his life is pelf,His intellect and soul can neer expand,And he is but a pygmy in the land,Compared with sympathetic men who findThe highest joy in toiling for mankind. I would not judge thee by thy looks, Nor by thy knowledge gleaned from books • But I should know that love divine Fully possessed that heart of thine, If thou didst have what Heavn can give — The disposition to forgive. Sweet flowers, I otttimes study Your faces as ye growIn forest or in meadow, And fancy ye must knowSomething of love and duty; For in your soulful looksAre thoughts as high and holy As those I read in books. 84 AFTER-HOUKS. As the lark when soaring sings,Fearing not to trust its wingsWhile its beats the upper air-,So may I, on wings of prayer,Soar above the woes of life —Rise above the stormy strife,Till my song of gratitudeShall proclaim that God is
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