And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.