“When true hearts, divinely gifted, From the chaff of Error sifted, On their crosses are uplifted, Shall your souls most clearly see That earth’s greatest time of trial Calls for holy self-denial-- Calls on men to _do_ and _be_. “But, forever and forever, Let it be your soul’s endeavor, Love from hatred to dissever; And in whatsoe’er ye do-- Won by Truth’s eternal beauty-- To your highest sense of duty Evermore be firm and true. “Heavenly messengers descending, With a patience never ending, Evermore their strength are lending, And will aid you lest you fall. Truth is an eternal mountain-- Love, a never-failing fountain, Which will cleanse and save you all.” List to her, ye worn and weary-- Hush your heart-throbs, hold the breath, Lest ye lose one word of wisdom, Which the answering spirit saith; Hear her, O ye blood-stained nations, In your holocaust of death! Lo! your oracles have failed you, In the dust your idols fall, And a mighty hand is writing Words of judgment on the wall: “Ye are weighed within the balance, And found wanting”--one and all. Mournful murmurs, direful discords, Greet you from Destruction’s night, For Life’s lower stratum, heaving, Brings long-buried wrongs to light, And your souls shall find no refuge, Save with the Eternal Right. In one grand, unbroken phalanx, Firm, united, bravely stand, Faithful in the way of duty, Ready at the Truth’s command, And _forever_ let your motto Be _this_--“GOD AND MY RIGHT HAND!” MY ANGEL. OFT from the summer hights of love, Along the ways of Time, The pilgrims of this lower sphere Catch gleams of light sublime, That stream adown the azure way, From heaven’s unshadowed clime. There, on the balmy, golden air, Celestial music swells, Like harps Eolian, gently blown, Or chime of silver bells-- And there my star, my angel love, My spotless lily dwells. She came to me, when from my soul A demon had been cast; When I had rent the servile chain, Which long had held me fast, And stood erect, in conscious power, A strong, free man at last. The burnt-out fire-crypts of my life Had lost their crimson gleam, And emptied of their baleful glare, I walked as in a dream, With one great purpose in my heart, To _be_ and not to _seem_. Life’s holiest lesson then was mine, For when at peace within, And I had cleansed my erring heart From its foul taint of sin, That gentle maiden, pure and sweet, Like sunshine entered in.