LINES
Addressed to Rev. T. J. Smith, through S. H. Lewis, Medium, March, 1851.
Go ahead, look backward, never,
Onward, be the CRY
Fight truth’s battles—never, never,
From the contest fly.
Be thou ever looking upward,
For the truth on high;
Falter, faint not, in the struggle;
Be your watchword, TRY.
Try for every thing that’s glorious,
Be you good and true;
Ever be your motto, progress—
Ev’ry THING that’s new.
Care not for the world’s applauding;
Think of something higher,
Strive to serve the heavenly Father;
Preach, with holy fire.
Holy spirits guard you ever,
Keep you in the way;
From the earth, your heart then sever—
Wait the rising day—
Ye shall see it, feel it, know it,
Tell it to the world—
Tell them ALL, that superstition
From its throne is hurled.
S. R. Smith.