Hearts, lose not courage. Brains, take fire, And grow not listless in the fight. The arms of God shall never tire, And nothing can withstand His might. What though at times our banners trail In dust, our God shall still prevail. The world shall know the ways of God. The nations all shall walk in peace. Wherever human foot has trod, The sway of selfishness shall cease. No more shall horse and rider pale Go forth, when God’s hosts shall prevail. Beneath serene and peaceful skies, And from an earth without a stain, Redemption’s anthem shall arise Throughout the years, for God shall reign. His cause shall not forever fail, For, soon or late, He shall prevail. Song of the Dove (1914) O DOVE, whom do you woo With your soft and gentle coo In the freshness of the morning ’mid the sunlight and the dew? When the first Spring flow’rs are fair And your voice floats everywhere On the bosom of the palpitating air? O dove, how glad the note That echoes from your throat When the lazy clouds like castles of the sunny islands float In the azure Summer sky, Ah, let your joy run high, For the dreary Winter’s coming by and by. O dove, how sad the tone As you sit and grieve alone In the gathering of the twilight, in your sad, sweet monotone, With the Autumn hillsides gray Stretching far--so far away, But the joys of Spring and Summer gone for aye. The Gateway of the Kingdom (1915) THE gateway of the Kingdom It bendeth very low, Within the reach of every place Where common people go. ’Tis grand, but grandly simple. ’Tis great, yet very small, Though wide enough that ever There’s passage-way for all. The gateway of the Kingdom Is not of common gold. Its pearl is far more precious Than earthly realm can hold. It has no rusty hinges. No marble steps are piled. The gateway of the Kingdom Is the spirit of a child. Magi and Shepherd (1915) There’s a Babe within the manger. Humble men are on the hills. Where the sheep are safely folded, there the silver moonlight spills. There’s a rift across the heavens. There’s a light along the sky. There’s a glory in the valley. There’s an angel song on high. There’s a Babe within the manger. On the hills are humble men. “Peace on earth,” rings forth the chorus, and their hearts respond, “Amen!” There’s a Babe within the manger. There’s a star that shines above. ’Tis a star of age-long promise. ’Tis the morning star of love. There are wise men. They are kneeling. They have brought their tribute there-- Gold, and frankincense, and myrrh. Behold the majesty they wear. There are wise men. They are kneeling. Wisdom comes upon its knees. In its simple recognition of the birth and reign of peace.