Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.