"Be not weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap if we faint not."
BROTHER, be not weary,
Let not hope decay;
Though so long and dreary—
Faint not by the way.
Droop thou not in sadness,
'Twill not always be.
Don the smile of gladness,
There is light for thee.
What though darkness brooding,
Dim the vision o'er!
Waves of sorrow flooding,
Hide the cheerful shore!
What though storms are raging!
What though foes are near!
All their powers ongaging!
Should we therefore fear?
Look not backward, brother,
'Twould thy ruin be.
Lurks there many a danger,
Many a snare for thee.
Shun the worldly pleasure,
Leads it down to death!
Spurn the golden treasure,
Fleeting as a breath!
Be thy watchward ever,—
Life! Eternal Life!
Patient wait, but never
Yield the eventful strife.
Onward! Upward! Brother,
Grasp the glittering prize;
Yonder it awaits thee—
In the starry skies.