Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.
Despair is infidelity and death.
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.
Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.
Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait, Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Yet have the future grand and great, The safe appeal of Truth to Time!