And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.

No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.

Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat- No worthier cat Ever sat on a mat, Or caught a rat. Requiescat!

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.

Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.