Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"
The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!
The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.